The Distant Blade
The rain falls on the slate roof of the community center with a rhythmic, mechanical persistence that you have learned to ignore, a steady drumbeat of water hitting stone that mirrors the relentless, grinding operation of the municipal sanitation department you have served for the last fifteen years, a job that feels less like employment and more like a slow, deliberate burial of your own...
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