The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The iron did not care that I was twelve. It cared only for the heat, the speed, and the unyielding geometry of the cut. My name was Thomas, and in the winter of 1912, I was a small, trembling thing standing before the great cutting engine of the Blackwood Ironworks, desperate to prove that my hands were as steady as my father’s had been before the accident took him. I wanted to master the...

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