The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

I wake. The air is cold. It bites my skin. I am alone. The room is white. The walls are smooth. No corners. Just curves. I sit up. My head hurts. A dull throb. Like a stone in my skull. I look at my hands. They are pale. Thin. They look like branches. I know what I am. I am a Scholar. I know too much. That is my sin. The door slides open. No sound. Just a hiss of air. A woman enters. She is...

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