The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fog in the Iron Vale did not roll in; it sat upon the earth like a wet, heavy shroud, breathing out a dampness that tasted of rust and old coal. You are Elias Thorne, thirty years old, a sergeant in the Vale’s private constabulary, and you stand alone in the shadow of the great smelters, the iron gates of the factory complex looming before you like the jaws of a beast. In your hand, you...

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