The Distant Blade
He woke from the dream with the taste of copper in his mouth. The ceiling was white. Fluorescent. Humming. It vibrated against his skull. A low, electric drone. Like a hive. He sat up. The sheets tangled around his ankles. Heavy. Wet with sweat. The apartment was small. One room. A kitchenette. A bathroom. The walls were painted a shade of beige that had faded to gray. The radiator clanked....
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