The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The snow had stopped, but the cold remained. It sat in the marrow of my bones, a heavy, wet stone. I was alone in the cabin. The wind had teeth. It scraped against the wood, seeking a gap, a weakness. I wrapped my hands around the mug. It was empty. The heat had long since bled into the freezing air. I looked down at my chest. The coat was old. Wool, thick and brown, worn thin at the elbows. It...

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