The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The wind did not howl; it gnawed, a ceaseless, toothy erosion that stripped the skin from the world with the patience of a geologist and the cruelty of a lover who has forgotten why they once loved, pulling at the hem of the gray wool coat that Eleanor Whitmore wore like a second, ill-fitting skin while she stood at the edge of the precipice, watching the fog roll in from the east, thick as...

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