The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain falls. It is cold. It soaks your wool coat. You stand in the alley behind the butcher shop. The smell of iron and wet dog hangs in the air. You wait. You are Thomas. You are a clerk. You keep the ledgers. You do not fight. You do not kill. You are only here. The bird is on the wire. It is a sparrow. Its feathers are matted. One leg is broken. It hangs there. It does not sing. It looks...

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