The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The glass is in your hand. It is thick, heavy, and warm from the sun that beat down on the car all day. You are driving. The road is straight. The sky is white. You look at the glass. It is a shard. A piece of something that was once a whole. A bottle, maybe. Or a window. You do not remember. You only remember the weight of it. Margot is in the passenger seat. She is asleep. Her head rests...

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