The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell in sheets of grey. It struck the window. It hissed. It died. Silence followed. It was thick. It was heavy. It pressed against the glass. It pressed against the walls. It pressed against the soul. Arthur stood. He stood in the hall. The wood creaked. The floor groaned. It remembered weight. It remembered steps. It remembered him. He wore his coat. The wool was wet. It clung to...

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