The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. It was not blood, though it felt like it. It was the metallic tang of the pills I had swallowed hours before, still dissolving in the acid of my stomach. The dream had been simple. A table. A white cloth. And a jar. Just a jar, sitting in the center, filled with a liquid that shimmered like oil on water. I reached for it in the dream. I knew what it...

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