The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

I dreamed of a white room. It was not a room of light, but of absence. The walls were seamless, a pale, sterile expanse that seemed to breathe in and out with a slow, mechanical rhythm. In the center stood a chair. It was made of metal and glass, cold and unyielding. I sat in it. I had always sat in it, though I could not remember the moment I had taken my seat. The chair was my body. The body...

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