The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The frost on the windowpane did not melt. It spread. A web of ice, white and sharp, crawling across the glass of the small, rented room at the end of the lane. Elias stared at it. His breath hung in the air, a ghost he could not catch. The fire in the grate was dying. It had been dying for three days. "Look," he whispered. His voice was a dry leaf scraping stone. His wife, Clara, sat by the...

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