The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The lamp burns low. You adjust the voltage knob. The filament hums. It is a low, sick sound. You are Dr. Elias Thorne. You are the Senior Archivist. The year is 1924. The air tastes of ozone and old paper. You hold the book. It is thin. The cover is cracked. The spine weeps glue. You know this book. You have handled it for six years. Your fingers know its topography. The dent on page forty-two....

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