The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

"Do not touch the glass until I say so." The voice was dry, like paper rubbing against stone. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of Mr. Vane’s office, the crate of tonics heavy against his hip. The air in the room smelled of stale tobacco and something sharper, metallic, like blood on a penny. Vane did not look up from his ledger. His pen scratched a line, then stopped. He looked up. His eyes...

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