The Distant Blade
The chisel bit into the granite with a sound like a bone snapping, a dry, sharp crack that echoed off the damp stones of the wall, and Elias Vance did not stop, his hands trembling only slightly as he drove the steel deeper into the heart of the rock, knowing that every strike took a measure of his own years and left them in the dust at his feet. He was thirty, though the mirror in his hovel...
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