The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog does not lift. It thickens. You are here. You remember the name you had. It was heavy. It was wet. It tasted of iron and rain. You do not say it. Words have weight. Words break. You are light now. You are ash. The village is a cage of stone. The walls are high. The stones are black. They hum. A low sound. Like a bee. Like a dying lung. The air is cold. It bites. You feel the teeth in...

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