The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The train was a beast of iron and steam, churning north through the gray belly of the industrial age. I sat by the window, watching the factories slide past like the ribs of some giant, sleeping animal. My name was Thomas. I was twelve years old, and I carried a secret in my chest that felt heavier than the coal dust settling on my coat. It was a blade. Not a sword, not a knife, but a simple,...

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