The Faded Frontier
The first thing you notice is not the pain, but the taste. It is metallic, thick, and unmistakably sweet, like the blood of a pomegranate crushed under a heel. You are lying on the cold linoleum of the community center kitchen, your cheek pressed against the floor, and you realize that your tongue has detached from your palate. It sits there, a fleshy, trembling thing, independent of your jaw,...
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