The Distant Blade
The ring was gone, or rather, it was broken, a jagged white shard of silver and diamond resting on the kitchen tile like a piece of bone that had been chewed and spat out, and I stood there in the blue light of the early morning, holding the other half in my palm, feeling the sharp edge bite into my flesh, a small red star blooming under the pressure, while the silence of the house pressed...
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