The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a suspended grey curtain of water that turns the glass towers of the city into blurred, weeping mirrors, and you stand in the center of the atrium, your hand wrapped around the hilt of the blade you have carried for thirty years, feeling the cold steel seep through the leather grip and into the marrow of your bones, a chill that is less a temperature...

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