The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The fire started in the alley behind the textile mill. It ate the scaffolding first. Then the lintels. Then the sky turned the color of a bruised plum. Elias watched from his second-floor window. He held the coat. It was wool. Heavy. Dark blue. It smelled of dust and old smoke. It was the last good thing he owned. He had bought it for his brother, Julian. Julian was gone now. Julian was ash and...

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