The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The wind cuts through the wool of your coat. It is a thin, biting thing. You are walking. The road is gravel. It crunches under your boots. You hear the crunch. You count the steps. One. Two. Three. Four. The sky is grey. It is low. It presses against the hills. The hills are brown. They are bare. The leaves are gone. The trees are skeletons. They scratch at the air. You walk past them. You do...

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