The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The mill stopped. Not with a groan. Not with a shudder. It just stopped. One second, the great flywheel was a blur of iron and steam. The next, it hung there. Still. A black eye staring into the void of the factory floor. Silence. Absolute. Heavy. Thomas Bradshaw felt it in his teeth. He felt it in the soles of his shoes. He felt it in the hollow of his chest, where his heart usually kept time...

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