The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the windowpane of the study, a rhythmic, hollow percussion that seemed to hollow out the walls of the house. I sat in the high-backed chair, my hands resting on the arms, fingers pale and still. Across the room, the grandfather clock ticked with the mechanical indifference of a thing that does not know it is dying. My daughter, Elara,...

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