The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bell rang at noon. It was a dull sound. Like a stone hitting mud. Elias stood in the center of the square. He held the ledger. The pages were stiff. They smelled of ink and old sweat. He looked at the town. The roofs were brown. The stones were gray. The light was thin. He had been here for ten years. He counted the days. He always counted. It was a habit. It was a chain. The blade was in...

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