The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The frost on the windowpane had turned the glass into a white veil, obscuring the view of the factory floor where the night shift was already beginning to stir, a low hum of machinery that sounded like the breathing of a dying beast. I stood before it, my breath fogging the cold surface, tracing the patterns of ice with a fingertip that had lost its sensation hours ago. The cold was not merely...

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