The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The tower stood. It was a thing of grey stone. Old. Older than the city. Older than the river. It pierced the sky. The sky was low. Heavy with rain. I looked up. My neck ached. The wind screamed. I am Margaret. I am the keeper. Not a keeper of keys. Not of books. Of the structure. Of the weight. I live in the shadows of its base. I clean the moss. I sweep the leaves. I listen to the cracks....

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