The Distant Wound

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2026-08-17 17:11:01 -

The Distant Wound

The bell rang before the sun was fully awake. It did not chime; it screamed. A jagged, iron shriek that tore through the morning mist and settled in my teeth. I was awake. I was always awake. The dormitory smelled of damp wool and old sweat. I pulled my tunic tighter against the chill. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold. From the hunger. A deep, hollow ache that had nothing to do with...

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