The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The plaster was falling in slow, dry flakes, drifting down like snow from a sky that no longer existed. Elias stood in the center of the room, his boots heavy on the warped floorboards, his hands still trembling from the weight of the rifle he had set against the wall. The house was dying around him. It was not a violent death, not yet, but a slow unraveling, the way a rope frays when it has...

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