The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

I dreamt of the mirror. It was a tall, oval frame, made of dark walnut. It stood in the corner of a room that did not exist. The walls were white. The floor was white. The light was white. In the glass, I saw myself. But not my face. I saw the uniform. I saw the badge. I saw the weight of the silence. I woke up in the cell. The air was cold. It tasted of metal and stale sweat. I sat on the edge...

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