The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The light in the forge is always wrong. It comes through the high window in slanted bars, cutting the dust into floating gold, and it makes the iron look like a living thing waiting to be born. I am Jose Carbajal. I am thirty-two years old. My hands are calloused to the texture of bark, and my back aches with a dull, persistent throb that has become my second heartbeat. I want to forge a blade...

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