The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the Municipal Sanitation Corps headquarters tasted of copper and wet rot. I stood before Director Vane’s desk, the permit for my sister’s estate trembling in my ink-stained fingers. It was a small piece of paper, but it held the weight of a life, the final clearance needed before the winter freeze locked the old quarter in its tomb. Vane did not look up from his screen. The light...

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