The Distant Blade
The wine was red. It tasted of iron. We drank. We danced. The music was loud. It shook the floor. It shook the walls. It shook the bones. I held my glass. My hand did not tremble. I was calm. I was cold. The room was full. Faces blurred. Smiles were wide. Teeth were white. They looked at me. They saw a ghost. I saw a man. I saw myself. I was not there. I was gone. The clock ticked. One second....
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