The Distant Blade

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2026-08-22 12:58:59 -

The Distant Blade

The rain in the city does not wash things clean; it only makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a mirror that reflects nothing but the gray sky and your own hollow reflection. You are standing on the corner of 4th and Main, where the neon sign for the apothecary buzzes with a dying insect’s whimper, and you are holding your father’s teeth. They are not real teeth, of course, but...

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