The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You are standing in the break room, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric drone that seems to vibrate in your teeth, and you are holding a paper cup of coffee that has gone cold, the surface of it still as a gray, stagnant pond. The smell is burnt and bitter, a sharp, acidic tang that clings to the back of your throat, and you are waiting, because you are always waiting, for the door...

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