The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The light in the tower was not light. It was a substance. Thick and cold. It pooled in the corners like spilled milk. I stood in the center of the room. My hands were empty. They had always been empty. I held nothing. I was a vessel without water. My name is Arthur. I remember the name because it is heavy. It sits on my shoulders like a stone. I do not remember my face. I do not need to. The...

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