The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train slows. It shudders, a mechanical sigh that vibrates through the soles of your shoes, and then stops. You are in the car. You are always in the car. The air is stale, recycled, tasting of dust and old paper. You look at your hand. The skin is thin. The veins are blue. This is the wound. It is not a cut. It is a wearing. The flesh has thinned away over years of friction against the...

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