The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The hand was cold. It lay on the table, pale as milk, the knuckles swollen with a stiffness that had nothing to do with age. Elias held it. He did not look at the rest of the man. He only looked at the hand. The skin was tight. The veins were blue lines under the surface, like roots in dry earth. He knew this hand. He had seen it a thousand times. It had held a cup. It had held a pen. It had...

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