The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The feast was not food. It was light. It poured from the sky, thick and golden, pooling in the ditches of the High Road. Men and women sat on the stone, their faces upturned, drinking the glow. They did not eat. They did not speak. They simply let the light fill their mouths until they were full of it. Thomas watched from the ridge. His boots were wet with dew. The grass here was black. It had...

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