The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink on your fingertips never quite washes off, not really, even after the hot lye soap and the scrubbing with the coarse pumice stones that leave your skin raw and bleeding and red as a fresh wound, and you know this because you have been doing it for thirty years in this damp, subterranean office beneath the city, where the air tastes of copper and old paper and the slow, rotting decay of...

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