The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream is not a dream, but a recurrence of the throat’s dryness, a scraping of sand against the back of the tongue that will not wash away. You are in the cellar of the estate, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and curing meat, and you are holding the knife. It is not a blade of steel, but a slab of cured pork, heavy and cold, its surface slick with the rendered fat that has...

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