The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The soup was thin. It had been thin for three days, but today it was not merely thin; it was a liquid ghost, a grey mist that offered no sustenance, only the cold weight of hunger. Margaret stood by the window of the small, damp room in the East End dormitory, watching the rain streak the glass. The droplets ran together, forming long, weeping lines that mirrored the tear tracks she refused to...

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