The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bread was stale. I knew it was stale. I knew it because I held it. I held the crust in my left hand. My fingers were white. My nails were short. I had cut them that morning. I cut them with a knife. A dull knife. A kitchen knife. It had seen better days. It had seen my mother’s hands. It had seen my father’s hands. It had seen the blood of the goat. It had seen the blood of the rat. It had...

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