The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain hit the window. It was a steady, gray drumbeat. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old paper. Elias sat at his desk. He held the blade. It was cold. It was thin. It was made of steel. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He put the blade on the table. He looked at his sister, Clara. She was sleeping in the chair by the stove. Her hair was loose. It was white now. She was...

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