The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The blade did not cut the sky so much as it unmade it, a silver fissure that hummed with a frequency only my ears could hear, slicing the horizon into two distinct, incompatible halves. I woke in the tent with the taste of iron on my tongue, the damp wool of my blanket clinging to my chest, and the memory of that clean, terrible line still burning behind my eyes. It was the autumn of 1893, and...

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