The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The train shuddered into the gray belly of the city, a groaning metal beast that smelled of wet wool and rust, and I stepped off onto the platform with my bag slung low over my shoulder, feeling the weight of it settle into the hollow of my spine where my ribs had been for the last three years. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days having blurred into a single, continuous stretch...

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