The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The black sap oozed from the ancient oak in the mill yard, a thick, weeping substance that smelled not of rot but of lavender and old wool, the specific, cloying scent of my mother’s perfume that had filled our home until the day she died. I stood in the gray dawn, my hands trembling as I touched the bark, feeling the wetness seep into my skin, and I knew with a cold, visceral certainty that...

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