The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The sky split open at dawn. Not with light. With sound. A low, grinding hum that vibrated in your teeth. Then the crack. You were in the barn. Or what was left of it. The timber twisted like wet straw. You lay in the dust. Your leg was gone. Not broken. Gone. The stump was clean. No blood. Just a raw, white silence where your shin should be. You looked up. The roof was gone. Above you, the air...

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