The Distant Blade
The fluorescent lights in Room 402 of St. Jude’s Medical Center did not buzz so much as they hummed a low, persistent note that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias’s bones, a sound that had become so constant over the last three months that he no longer heard it with his ears but felt it as a physical pressure against his temples. He sat on the edge of the narrow hospital bed, his legs...
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