The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the community hall smells of burnt sugar and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that settles in the back of your throat and refuses to leave, much like the silence that hangs over the table where you sit across from your wife, Eleanor, whose hands are trembling so violently around her glass of water that the liquid inside ripples in small, nervous circles that reflect the overhead...

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