The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The road is wet. You walk it. The mud is cold. It seeps into your boots. It seeps into your soul. You are a scholar. You are a man of books. You carry a satchel. The satchel is heavy. It holds the truth. The truth is a bird. The bird is broken. Its wings are torn. Its feathers are black. They stick to your hands. You cannot let them go. You travel north. The sky is low. It presses down. The air...

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