The Distant Blade
The sky broke open at noon. Not with thunder. Not with rain. It just tore. A seam of white light stretched from the horizon to the zenith, silent and absolute. Everyone stopped. The traffic on the highway halted. The birds dropped. Miles stood on the porch. He held a cup of coffee. It was cold. He didn't care. "You see it?" he asked. His brother, Thomas, stood behind him. Thomas was older....
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