The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had been falling on the Appalachian ridge for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the dirt road into a slick ribbon of mud and the air into a heavy, breathing thing that tasted of wet pine and iron, and it was in this relentless, drowning quiet that Elias Thorne packed the last of the canned peaches into the canvas bag, the tin cans clinking against each other with a dull,...

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