The Distant Blade

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2026-08-17 11:05:33 -

The Distant Blade

The sky splits open with a sound like tearing silk. You stand on the platform. The fog is thick. It tastes of iron and old rain. You are a scholar of the old tongues. You know the weight of words. You know their bones. But this noise has no meaning. It is only hunger. The train is late. Or perhaps it is early. Time has broken here. You look down at your hands. They are trembling. Not from cold....

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