The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink bled through the page. It was a dark, wet stain. Margaret wiped her finger. She looked at the blot. It looked like a bruise. She looked at the door. It was locked. She had a key. She had always had a key. Not since Tuesday. The air in the room was stale. It smelled of dust and old paper. She sat at the desk. Her hands were trembling. She tried to stop them. She could not. A cough...

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