The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain falls in sheets of gray lead. You walk. The city is a throat swallowing you whole. You are the man in the dark coat. The rain soaks through. It is cold. It is wet. It is always wet. You carry the tin. It is small. It is rusted. It is heavy. You have carried it for thirty years. It holds the pills. The white tablets. The mercy. The end. They are the only things that do not change. The...

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