The Distant Wound
The wound did not bleed. That was the first thing Thomas noticed when he found her on the cliff path — not the stillness, but the impossibility of it. Clara had fallen from the chalk face, or so it seemed to anyone else, but there was no blood, no broken bone jutting through linen. Only the pale blue of her dress, spread across the grey grass like a flower that had learned to grow in stone. He...
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