The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The roof leaked. It wept. Cold rain. Black water. It hit the floorboards. Tap. Tap. Tap. Like a nail. Driven home. I looked up. The hole was there. A square of sky. Blue. Cold. "Fix it, Thomas," my father said. He did not look at me. He looked at the wall. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. "We are not rats," he whispered. He hated rats. They gnawed. They stole. We were in the attic....

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