The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The train smelled of wet wool and rust. Elias sat by the window. His hand rested on the case. It was a mahogany box. Heavy. Warm from his pocket. Inside lay the blade. Not a weapon. A tool. A scalpel for the soul. He had carried it for thirty years. His father had given it to him. A gift. A curse. A mirror. The city scrolled past. Gray. Endless. The sky was a bruise. Purple. Swollen. It rained....

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