The Distant Wound

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2026-08-18 17:24:08 -

The Distant Wound

The rain in the capital does not wash things clean, it just makes the grime slicker, harder to hold onto, and you are standing in the middle of a corridor that smells of wet wool and old coffee, watching your brother’s reflection in the darkened window pane, seeing the way his shoulders have collapsed inward, like a house after a storm has taken the roof, and you think about how strange it is...

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