The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The glass in the windowpane cracked. Not shattered. Just a spiderweb fracture. It bloomed outward from the center, delicate and inevitable, like frost on a winter morning. Elias stood before it. His hands were still. They were not trembling. He had learned long ago that trembling was a luxury for those who still had something left to lose. He was seventy years old. The joints in his fingers had...

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