The Distant Blade
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the parking lot of St. Jude’s Community Center into a shimmering, oily mirror, and I stood there, holding the handle of my car, feeling the cold seep through my thin coat and settle in my bones like a heavy, wet stone, wondering how it was possible that I had spent the last four years believing that my silence was...
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