The Distant Wound
The frost had taken the roots before the leaves fell. I watched it happen from the window of my study, a slow, crystalline invasion that whispered of decay. You are here, I thought. You are the frost. My name is Silas Thorne. I am a scholar of lichen. I have spent thirty years mapping the growth patterns of *Rhizocarpon geographicum*, the map lichen, on the granite cliffs of the highlands. It...
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