The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain hits the tin roof. It sounds like knuckles. You are sitting. You are alone. The cell is small. The walls are damp. The air is thick. It tastes of rust. It tastes of old fear. You look at your hands. They are bound. The rope is tight. It bites into the skin. You do not move. You wait. A shadow falls. It blocks the light. The door opens. A man enters. He is tall. He wears a coat. The...

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