The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You stand before the gate of the High Court, a place of stone and silence. The walls are tall. They are made of grey granite. The sky above is white. It is a cold day. The air bites at your face. You hold a box in your hands. It is small. It is made of oak. The wood is dark. It is polished to a shine. Inside, there is a mirror. It is broken. The glass is shattered into many pieces. You hold it...

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