The Distant Blade
The counter on the digital scale read forty-two dollars and twelve cents, a sum that felt less like money and more like a weight pressing against the back of Elias’s throat. He stared at the number, his eyes burning from the strain of holding the small, cracked screen of his phone steady in the dim light of the kitchen, while the refrigerator hummed a low, broken note in the corner. He needed...
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