The Distant Blade
The door is locked. You are inside. It is a room. White walls. Gray floor. You sit. Your brother sits. His name is Arthur. He looks tired. He looks like you. Not like a copy. Like a shadow. The shadow has weight. The shadow has teeth. “Do you hear it?” Arthur asks. His voice is low. It vibrates in the chest. You shake your head. No. You hear silence. You hear the hum of the air. The air is...
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