The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The cafeteria hummed with the low, electric buzz of three hundred bodies. Steam rose from the trays of gray mush and white rice, a thick fog that smelled of bleach and old metal. I sat at the end of a long table, my back against the cold concrete wall. The noise was a physical weight. It pressed against my eardrums. I watched the steam curl and dissipate. It was the only thing in the room that...

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