The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The house exhaled a long, cold breath as Elara closed the front door, sealing the winter away with a click that sounded like a bone snapping. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dried lavender and old paper, a preservation of time that felt less like living and more like being pinned to a board. She was a reader of the root, a woman who could taste the truth in the soil, a skill that...

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