The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain hits the tin roof. It sounds like applause. You are wet. Your boots are heavy. The mud sucks at your heels. "Move," you say. The door opens. It creaks. The hinge is rusted. Brown flakes fall onto the floorboards. You step inside. The air is thick. It smells of damp wool and old paper. And coal. Margaret stands in the hallway. She is small. Her face is pale. Her eyes are wide. She does...

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