The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream came to him every night in that season, and every night it was the same. A hand, severed cleanly at the wrist, floated in the dark before his face, moving toward him with the slow patience of a thing that knew the distance would one day be crossed. In the dream, he lifted his own hand, and the severed hand came to rest in it like a bird settling into a nest, warm and inexplicably...

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