The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

"Did you hear the birds?" The voice cut through the fog. It was thick, wet, tasting of iron and old rain. I didn't look up. I was busy with the collar. It was tearing. The seam gave way with a sound like a bone snapping. I held the edge of the tunic. The fabric was thin. It used to be heavy wool. Now it was gauze. It was my skin, really. Not skin. Something worse. Something that remembered...

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