The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You wake with the taste of copper and old dust in your mouth, the taste of a coin held too long in a clenched fist, and the first thing you notice is that the apartment is no longer yours, that the air feels thinner, as if the walls have expanded to accommodate a silence that did not exist yesterday. The disaster is not an explosion or a fire, but a quiet administrative erasure, a series of red...

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