The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The bell rang. It hung in the tower of St. Jude’s, a heavy iron tongue that had not moved in forty years. The silence in the chapel was thick. It pressed against the ears. It tasted of dust and cold stone. Thomas sat on the back pew. He was twelve. His hands were folded. His brother, Elias, sat beside him. Elias was older. He was seventeen. He looked at the floor. He did not look at Thomas. The...

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