The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that turned the glass windows of the precinct into mirrors that did not lie, but which certainly did not flatter, reflecting back the hollowed-out architecture of my own face with a fidelity that felt less like recognition and more like an accusation. I sat in the corner of the interrogation room, the one with the cracked tile...

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