The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The order was a slip of grey card, the ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and old dust. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the paper trembling not from cold but from the weight of the signature required at the bottom. He stood in the corridor of the Inquisitorial Court, the linoleum under his boots slick with condensation, while the light from the high windows fell in pale, slanting...

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