The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron was hot. It sang a high, thin note against the skin of the man before me. I did not blink. I am a creature of rust and rain, a thing that lives in the gutters of the old city, but that night I wore the face of a man. It was a heavy mask, carved from ash and stitched with spider silk. It fit poorly around the jaw. It always did. My name was not spoken. Names are for those who leave...

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