The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The sky turned black. Not dark. Black. Silas looked up. He was ten. He held his breath. The air tasted of iron. The village was gone. Not destroyed. Gone. Silas stood on the ridge. Below, the valley was empty. No houses. No trees. No people. Just the mist. It rolled up the hill. It swallowed his boots. It took his name. He ran. He ran down the slope. He wanted to find his mother. He wanted to...

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