The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

In the dream, the ink did not stain the skin but sank into the marrow, a black tide rising from the extremities toward the heart, and when Marcus woke, his left hand was already trembling, the joints locked in a spasm that felt less like pain and more like the memory of a cage door slamming shut, a physical residue of the night’s viscous horror that clung to him as he swung his legs over the...

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