The Distant Blade
The city breathed in static. It was a gray hum, a low voltage that prickled the skin. Elias stood in the rain. He held a mirror. The glass was cracked. A spiderweb fracture ran from the top left to the bottom right. It split his face. He did not flinch. He had been holding it for three days. The weight was familiar. Like a bone set wrong. It hurt, but the hurt was his. The mirror showed the...
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