The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

In the dream, the walls of the apartment were not made of drywall or plaster, but of thin, translucent skin, pulsing with a faint, arterial rhythm that matched the thud of the city traffic below. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the living room, his hands pressed against the membrane, feeling the warmth and the terrible, wet give of it, as if the room itself were a living organ that had...

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