The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost had not yet melted on the stone lintel above the door of the old mill when I saw the glint in the grass. It was a thin, sharp line of light, cutting through the gray morning mist with a violence that seemed out of place for a Tuesday in late October. I was twelve years old, or perhaps thirteen, time had become a fluid thing that year, and I was walking with my friend, Julian, who had...

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