The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The truck rattled. The road was grey. Elias held the glass jar. It was cold. He wrapped his hands around it. The glass was smooth. It felt like skin. Inside, a single white lily floated in water. It was pristine. It was perfect. It was also breaking. Cracks spiderwebbed across the surface. Fine lines. Like frost. Like old scars. The water leaked. It seeped into his fingers. Damp. Cold. He did...

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