The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream had no beginning, only the persistent, grinding sensation of iron against bone, a cold friction that vibrated through the marrow of my left arm where the old shrapnel still lay, a ghost limb that ached when the barometer dropped in the valley town of Oakhaven, a place so small that the fog from the river could swallow the church steeple whole, leaving us suspended in a grey, watery...

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