The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed upon us, a grey, weeping curtain that hung over the valley like a shroud that had been forgotten in the corner of a closet, damp and smelling of old wool and rot. I sat in the small, windowless cell of the Archive, the stone walls sweating a cold that seeped into the marrow of my bones, and I listened to the silence that is not truly silence but a...

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