The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The chisel lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, the steel edge dull from weeks of use, the handle worn smooth by the friction of his sweat and the grit of lime. He stood beneath the scaffolding of St. Jude’s Chapel, the autumn air biting at his exposed neck, the newly consecrated spire rising above him like a finger pointing at a bruised sky. The final payment for the structure was due that afternoon, a...

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