The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You are bleeding. It is a hot, wet thing, sliding down your wrist and pooling on the cold tile. You do not flinch. You are used to pain. Pain is just another form of data, another signal in the noise of the body. You look at the knife. It is a hunting knife, serrated, dull. It was not meant for this. It was meant for the woods, for the game, for the quiet things that die in the grass. But here,...

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