The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost on the windowpane was thick, a white lattice that trapped the breath of the room. You press your forehead against the cold glass, feeling the sting of it, a sharp reminder of the world outside. Inside, the air is stale, smelling of old paper and dried lavender. You are a scholar of natural history, or you were, before the last winter. Your hands, usually steady enough to pin a moth to...

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