The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The envelope was soft from handling, the paper thin as onion skin, yellowed at the edges where Elias’s thumb had worn the ink. He held it against his chest, feeling the faint, dry pulse of the card inside. It was a letter. Or a confession. The distinction had blurred somewhere between the border post and the city limits. The truck idled, the engine a coughing beast in the freezing dark....

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