The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The first thing to go was the taste. Then the smell. Then the heat. The soup was still in the bowl. It sat on the table. The ceramic was chipped at the rim. A familiar fracture. A map of past breaks. I looked at it. I knew what it was. I had made it. I had simmered it for hours. I had added the herbs. I had seasoned it with salt and patience. Now it was cold. It was only cold. I was a...

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