The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The dream always starts with the smell of ozone and wet wool. I am standing in the workshop. It is a place that does not exist on any map. The walls are made of brick, but the bricks breathe. They expand and contract with a slow, rhythmic sigh. Dust motes hang in the air, suspended like insects in amber. I am holding a blade. It is long and thin. The steel is dark, almost black. It feels warm...

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