The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The morning bell did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged tear in the grey fabric of the sky that hung low and heavy over the institution. Thomas stood in the courtyard, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his coarse wool coat, feeling the cold seep through the weave like a slow, insidious poison that he had long since ceased to fight. The air tasted of iron and wet ash, a metallic...

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