The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You are walking. The road is made of ash. It crunches under your boots. It sounds like breaking bones. You do not look down. You look forward. The sky is a flat sheet of grey wool. It does not change. It does not move. Who are you? You are a clerk. You used to be a clerk. You filed forms. You stamped papers. You sat in a room with a radiator that clanked at night. That was before. That was in...

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