The Distant Blade
You were right. I was the monster. "Look at it, Leo. Look at it." My father’s voice was thin, stretched over the wind that swept the valley below our porch. It was a sound I had not heard in years, or perhaps it was a sound I had never truly heard until now. We stood in the doorway, the wood creaking under our weight. The house was empty. The dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light,...
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