The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The blade breaks. It snaps clean in your hand. A piece of iron. Useless. You stare at the splintered tip. The air is cold. It smells of wet stone and old blood. You are in the cellar. The floor is slick. Your brother stands there. He holds the other half. He looks tired. His eyes are red. He does not blink. "Drop it," he says. His voice is soft. It is not a command. It is a plea. You do not...

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