The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron clasp of my collar bit into my throat as I knelt in the mud of the town square, the cold seeping through my wool trousers and settling into the marrow of my bones, while the silence that followed the Sheriff’s command was heavier than the stone wall of the mill behind me. I did not look up, not immediately, because to look up was to acknowledge the power of the man standing over me, a...

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