The Distant Blade
The dust in the attic has settled into a thick, gray fur over the floorboards, and you have been sitting in the middle of it for three days, not sleeping, not eating, only watching the way the afternoon light pierces the single, high window and cuts a bright, sterile wedge through the gloom, illuminating the suspended particles that drift like slow-motion snow, and you are here to find the...
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