The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The window is open. Wind. It smells of wet ash and old blood. You are alone. The room is small. Square. Walls painted a pale, sickly yellow. Peeling. You stand by the glass. You look out. Nothing there. Just the grey sky. Just the empty street. Your hands are shaking. You do not stop them. You let them shake. It is the only truth left. You are a man who looks for things. You look for the...

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