The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The train smells of damp wool and coal smoke, a scent that has seeped into the lining of your coat so deeply that you can no longer distinguish between the garment and the winter air outside. You sit in the corner of the carriage, your hands resting on your lap, fingers intertwined, feeling the rough texture of the wool against your palms. The landscape beyond the window is a blur of grey...

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