The Distant Blade
The knife had been in the family for three generations, and each generation had put it down at the same moment — not because they wanted to, but because the moment arrived when holding it became impossible. James Whitcombe stood in his father's study in Fulham, rain drumming against the sash window in that particular London rhythm that sounded less like weather and more like something trying to...
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