The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

In the dream, the walls of the house were not made of brick or lath but of a soft, grey fog that smelled of damp wool and old blood, and he was standing in the center of the kitchen table, his hands slick with a substance that was not quite water but moved with the heavy, viscous slowness of tar, watching as the face of his brother, Thomas, dissolved into the mist with a sound like a tearing...

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