The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You wake before the light. The air is thick. It tastes of iron and old dust. You lie still. The mattress sags under your weight. It is a familiar sag. It holds you like a hand. You are in the house. The house is white. It is tall. It stands against a gray sky. There are no windows on the ground floor. You do not need them. You are not meant to look out. Your name is Elias. You are a scholar. Or...

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