The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You are late. The clock does not tick. It hums. A low, wet vibration in the floorboards. Margaret stood in the hallway. She wore the grey dress. The one that fit her mother. It smelled of lavender and old dust. She held her hands at her sides. Her fingers were white. The walls of the house were breathing. They expanded. They contracted. The wallpaper was a pattern of eyes. They blinked slowly....

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