The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain against the windowpane of the Ministry of Civil Service was not a sound, but a texture, a wet, persistent friction that seemed to grind against the very architecture of your thoughts. You sat at your desk, a rectangle of mahogany polished by decades of anxious hands, and you watched the droplets slide down the glass in erratic, trembling lines, much like the tremor that had begun to...

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