The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Which part of the man had you forgotten first, the face or the name? Thanasis Zafeiriou stood in the loom room upstairs, the air tasting of rusted wire and old sweat, clutching the Obsidian Sigil. It was a blade of black glass, cold to the touch, humming with a frequency that vibrated in his molars. He was thirty years old, a riveter by trade, though the war had made him a soldier, and the...

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