The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Act I I remember the weight of the mortar more than the sound of the wind. It was a heavy, iron thing, cold against the palm, and the root inside it was gritty, like dried blood. Outside, the dry wind cracked the clay of the dome’s outer shell, a sound like bone snapping. It was the winter solstice, the longest dark, and my husband, Seán, lay in the back room, his body wasting away under the...

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