The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink on your fingers is the color of dried blood, a fact you have come to accept with the quiet resignation of a man who has forgotten how to flinch, and as you sit in the high-backed chair of the Ministry’s reading room, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, you watch the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that cuts through the heavy velvet curtains, realizing that...

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