The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The coughing fit had not been a cough, but a convulsion of the lung itself, a wet, tearing rupture that had sent a spray of crimson across the white linen of the institutional bed and onto the floor, where it pooled in a dark, viscous circle that seemed to absorb the harsh fluorescent light of the ward. Margaret Holloway lay still, her breath shallow and jagged, watching the stain spread with a...

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