The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The glass is gone. That is the first thing you notice. Not the pain. Not the blood on the floor of the transit car. The glass. It is not broken. It is simply absent. A perfect square of void where a window should be. You stare at it. The cold air rushes in. It smells of ozone and wet wool. "Hey." The voice is low. Rough. You turn your head. Your neck feels stiff. Old. Like a hinge rusted shut....

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