The Distant Blade
The crystal chandelier hummed. A low, electric drone. It vibrated in the fillings of my teeth. I felt the hum in my spine. In the bone. My brother, Julian, sat across from me. He wore a suit of midnight blue. The fabric was heavy. It absorbed the light. He held a glass of wine. The liquid was dark. Red. Like old blood. I held a different thing. It was a blade. Not a kitchen knife. Not a tool....
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