The Distant Blade
The knife remained in the block, a sliver of polished steel that caught the morning light and held it there, indifferent to the dust that settled on the granite countertop. It had been there for thirty years, since the day Elias first carried it into the house, a gift from a master who understood that a blade is not merely a tool for cutting, but a vessel for intent. Now, in the quiet of the...
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