The Distant Wound

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2026-08-16 20:10:22 -

The Distant Wound

You were eleven when the wound first kindled. It was a Tuesday. Rain had shut the town inside a shell of gray glass. You knelt at the kitchen window naming the birds that did not come, thrush and wren and sparrow, when the mark caught fire beneath your breastbone, a coal of inherited sorrow, and the inspector at the gate went still. He saw it through your shirt. He saw it through the wall of...

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