The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The knife was not a blade. It was a bone. It sat in the center of the table. A single, white femur. Polished smooth by years of rain and time. The room smelled of wet stone and ozone. Outside, the sky was a bruised purple, swollen with storms that had no sound. Only pressure. Elias watched it. He did not touch it. He was a soldier. Soldiers do not touch what they do not understand. They wait....

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