The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The water table in Millhaven sat at forty feet. Margaret knew this because she had spent thirty years listening to the hum of the submersible pump in the basement. It was a low, rhythmic thrum, a mechanical heartbeat that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of her feet. She was fifty-eight. Her hands were mapped with veins like the roots of old oaks, knuckles swollen, skin thin...

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