The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The train hissed. Steam curled into the gray air. I stepped onto the platform. My name is Elias. I am not of this place. The town is Harrow’s Gap. The year is 1924. The smokestacks spit black. The sky is the color of old pewter. I carry a box. It is heavy. It is cold to the touch. Inside is the blade. The crowd parted. Eyes followed me. They did not look at my face. They looked at the box....

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