The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

I dreamt of the river again. It was black and still, a mirror of obsidian that did not reflect the sky but only the darkness beneath. In the dream, I was holding a blade. It was not a sword, nor a knife, but a long, slender piece of iron, bent into a curve like a weeping willow branch. It was cold. It was heavy. It hummed against my palm, a low vibration that traveled up my arm and settled in...

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