The Distant Wound
The sky split. Light poured down. It was white. It was cold. I ran. My feet hit mud. I ran. The village burned. I ran. I saw the gate. It was stone. It was old. It was closed. I pulled. It would not open. The fire was close. I screamed. No one came. The fire touched my dress. I kicked the stone. It cracked. I fell. The fire took the roof. I crawled. The stone was sharp. It cut my hands. I...
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