The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog rolled in from the harbor. It smelled of salt and rot. It swallowed the lighthouse first. Then the pier. Then the village. Thomas stood on the edge of the cliff. He held a basket. Inside the basket lay a single white lily. It was perfect. It was cold. He had picked it that morning. The petals were tight. They had not yet opened. He would not let them open. He was an exile. He had left...

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