The Distant Blade
"Let it go," the boy said. His voice was thin. It cut the air like a wire. Silence. Then the crash. Glass shattered. The sound was wet. It was loud. It filled the room. It filled the head. Elias did not move. He stood by the door. He held the broom. His hands were shaking. The wood splintered under his grip. Pain bit his palms. He did not care. "Did you do it?" the boy asked. The boy was ten....
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