The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The knife was warm in my hand. It had been in my hand for so long that the steel felt like skin. I stood in the center of the kitchen. My sister was at the table. She was eating toast. She looked up. Her eyes were wide. They were not afraid. They were tired. "Put it down, Thomas," she said. Her voice was soft. It was the voice she used when I was small and crying in the dark. I did not put it...

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