The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Kraków in the late eighteen-twenties was a city of mud and memory, where the Vistula swelled with the melt of distant snows and the old quarter huddled under roofs that leaked like bad teeth. The air smelled of coal smoke and damp wool, a physical weight that settled in the lungs of every man who worked the canals or hauled the barges. I was Ryszard Mazur, a border guard of thirty-four years,...

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