The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The wire hums. It is a low, sick note. You press your back against the mud. The rain is cold. It soaks through the gray coat. You are wet. You are cold. You are alive. This is the only fact that matters. The fence stands ten feet away. It is a path boundary. A line in the dirt. Beyond it, the silence is thick. Inside it, the hum is loud. You do not cross. You never cross. You are the eye. You...

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