The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost bit deep into the glass. I held the pane with one hand. The cold was a living thing. It gnawed at my fingers. My joints ached. The arthritis was a rusted hinge. It screamed in the silence. I was old. The body betrayed me. But the mind remained sharp. It cut through the fog. I am the last inspector. The last one who understands the weight of things. The hall was empty. The dust motes...

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