The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a fine, gray mist that clung to the windowpanes of the high-rise office on the forty-second floor, blurring the city below into a smear of wet neon and asphalt, and inside, the air was stale, thick with the scent of ozone and old coffee, a scent that seemed to settle in the throat and refuse to leave, making every breath a small, deliberate act of...

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