The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The jar sat on the kitchen table. It was a thick glass vessel, sealed with wax, filled with a pale, cloudy liquid. It looked like milk that had soured in the sun. It looked like the fluid from a diseased eye. Silas held it in his hands. His fingers were black with the soot of the coal stove. He did not drink. He did not pour. He simply held the weight of it. The room was cold. The wind rattled...

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