The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron. It was a heavy, damp scent that clung to the back of the throat. Thomas stood in the center of the room. His father sat in the corner. The old man did not look up. He was polishing a blade. It was a long, curved thing, not quite a sword, not quite a scythe. The steel caught the dim light from the single bulb overhead. It threw a thin, white line...

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