The Distant Wound
The steam from the radiator hisses against the cold glass of the window, a sound that is less a noise than a vibration, a low-frequency tremor that you feel in your teeth before you hear it with your ears, and you stand there in the center of the lecture hall, the floorboards creaking under the weight of your stillness, while the students stare at you with a mixture of curiosity and the...
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