The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The ink is wet. It bleeds into the pores of your skin. You are holding the blade. Not a knife. A pen. A cheap, plastic thing, white and slick, stripped of its clip. You press it against the form. The paper resists. You press harder. The loop tightens. You are in the office. The fluorescent lights hum a low, sick note. They are always on. They never sleep. You do not sleep. You are Margaret. You...

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