The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ice was cracking. Not breaking. Cracking. A slow, wet fracture. Elias stared at the lake. It was black. Deep. Silent. The surface was not water. It was glass. Thin glass. He had been here for days. Or hours. Time had lost its teeth. The sun hung low. Orange. Sick. It did not rise. It did not set. It just hung. A bruise in the sky. His hands were shaking. He looked at his hands. They were...

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