The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The wine was red. It stained the linen. It stained the tablecloth. It stained the hands. Arthur sat in the chair. He held the glass. He looked at the liquid. He thought of ink. He thought of blood. He thought of the words he had written. The words were simple. The words were sharp. The words were his. The room was full. The air was thick. The air smelled of roasting meat. It smelled of...

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