The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You are standing in the center of the room, holding the bowl, and the ceramic is cold against your palms, a chill that seems to seep not just into your skin but into the marrow of your bones, as if the vessel itself has drawn out the last of your warmth to sustain the dark, viscous substance within. It is a soup, or perhaps a stew, but the distinction feels academic, irrelevant, because the...

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