The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The coat was wool. Heavy, charcoal gray, and smelling of dry dust and old tobacco. It hung on the hook by the door, a silent sentinel in my small, drafty office. I had worn it for ten years. It had absorbed the rain of forty winters. It had held the shape of my shoulders as I hunched over manuscripts and grant proposals. It was more than fabric. It was a second skin. A shield. I left it...

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