The Distant Blade
Act I "Notice to Residents: Fog Permits suspended effective 04:00. Do not engage with condensation." Padraig Doherty stood in the kitchen, the cold biting through his thin shirt, his fingers trembling as he held the edge of the table. The fog was not outside; it was in the room, a thick, grey wool that tasted of iron and old rain. He needed to bind the debt, to clear the ledger line that...
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