The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The boy stood in the white room. It had no doors. It had no windows. The floor was smooth stone, cold to the touch. He wore a tunic of grey wool. The fabric was rough. It scratched his neck. He did not look up. He looked at his feet. The toes were curled tight. The nails were black. They were not his nails. Or they were. He could not tell. The line between self and world was thin. It was like...

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