The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The cell was cold. It smelled of wet stone. And old iron. Marta pressed her back against the wall. The stone bit into her spine. She did not move. She had not moved in hours. The door was heavy. It was oak. It was banded with rusted iron. It was the only door. It was the only exit. She knew this because she had tried to open it. Three times. Before the guards came. Before the guards left. Now...

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