razorblade

Many of the so-called “razor-close” races in key states were never truly competitive.

The Frenchman's blade scintillated in the setting sun around Haggard's more stiffly held weapon.

The Frenchman never withdrew his blade; but his very anxiety to make a hit was defeating itself.

Right over the stone marker, a long-shafted war-lance was carved—the blade pointing down.

Then he rubbed the blade of his knife back and forth over this till the edge was sharp enough to split a hair with ease.

He stood up, crowbar in hand, and inserted the chisel blade of the implement between the edge of the door and the doorcase.