The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The cell was a cube of sterile white, a void so absolute it seemed to swallow the light from the single, humming fluorescent tube above. Thomas Ashworth sat on the edge of the concrete slab that served as his bed, his knees drawn up to his chest, his hands wrapped tightly around his own shins. He was not a man who knew how to wait, yet here he was, suspended in the amber of a present that...

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