The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You dream of the knife. It is not a knife of steel. It is a shard of ice, or a tooth, or a sliver of bone. You hold it in your palm. The cold burns. You do not drop it. You cannot. The town sleeps. The rain taps the roof like fingers on a drum. You are seven. You are seven and you are awake. The object is a spoon. A silver spoon, tarnished black in the bowl. It sits on the table. You want it....

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