The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Act I My hands were already stained black with the pulp when the foreman, Signore Rossi, called me into the office, the air in there heavy with stale tobacco and the heat of the three-day sirocco that had settled over the quarry like a lid. I had been working the canning line for six years, my back aching in a rhythm that matched the clatter of the cash registers at the break room, each click a...

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