The Distant Blade
The iron bit into my gums, a cold, metallic taste that spread through my mouth like a slow-acting poison. I was on my knees in the mud of the old quarry, the earth slick and black beneath my palms, and the weight of the chain around my neck was not just physical; it was the accumulated gravity of every lie I had ever told, every soul I had sold to keep the lights on in this dying town. Lord...
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