The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The glass jar sat on the table. It was cracked. Inside, the moth died. Eleanor held the jar. Her fingers were white. She looked at the crack. It ran like a river. The court watched. They did not speak. The silence was heavy. It pressed on her chest. She was the Keeper. She kept the secrets. The King wanted the secret. He wanted the truth about the fire. The fire took the prince. The court said...

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