The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The mud sucked at my boots. It was thick. Cold. It smelled of iron. I walked the corridor. The stone was damp. My breath fogged. The air tasted of salt and rot. "Where is he?" I asked the guard. He did not look up. He polished a blade. The steel was dull. "Cell nine," he said. I kept walking. My legs were heavy. They were not mine. They belonged to a ghost. A ghost who had forgotten how to...

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