The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The glass was thin. I held it up to the light. A hairline fracture ran from the rim to the center. It looked like a vein. Or a tear. I set it down. It chimed. A low, dull sound. My hands shook. They always shook when the house woke up. The floorboards groaned under my weight. I was late. I was always late. The clock on the mantle ticked with a violence that matched my pulse. *Get ready,...

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