The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain had been falling since dawn, a grey, persistent curtain that turned the fields outside our window into a blurred smear of mud and dying straw. I sat at the kitchen table, the wood cold against my wrists, watching the water bead and run down the glass in long, shivering lines. It was a Tuesday in late November, the kind of day that felt less like a time of day and more like a state of...

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