The Distant Journey
The stone walls of the infirmary did not merely enclose us; they absorbed the silence, holding it in a heavy, damp suspension that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. I lay on the narrow cot, the rough linen sheet twisted beneath my palms, and watched the light from the single high window shift from pale grey to a bruised purple as the afternoon bled out. The air smelled of damp wool,...
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