The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The concrete smells of wet dust and old fear. You sit in the chair, the plastic creaking under your weight, and you watch the shadow in the corner of the watchtower. It does not move when you look at it. It only moves when you blink, when you shift your gaze to the digital clock on the wall, ticking down the hours until your father’s next medication dose. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years...

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