The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The sky cracked open at dawn. It did not thunder. It simply split, a jagged line of white light that severed the horizon in two. Elias stood on the roof of the condemned textile mill, watching the sky tear. He held the coat. It was heavy. Woolen, dark blue, frayed at the cuffs. It belonged to no one he knew, or perhaps it belonged to everyone who had ever been erased. The wind smelled of ozone...

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