The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You are standing at the edge of the banquet table. The plates are heavy. Porcelain. White. They look like small shields. You are holding one. Your hand is shaking. Not from cold. The room is warm. Too warm. The air smells of roasted lamb and old dust. It smells like the factory floor, but worse. Look at the man across from you. Mr. Harrow. He is eating. He chews slowly. He does not look at you....

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