The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The air in the basement stacks tastes of dry dust and old paper, a flavor that settles in the back of the throat like a swallowed stone. I am Eugene Muncy, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last three weeks staring at the gray walls of this municipal building, waiting for the silence to break. It is a windowless room, a box buried in the earth, where the only light comes from the...

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