The Distant Wound

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2026-08-19 22:09:21 -

The Distant Wound

The bus stops. You get off. The door slams. The cold hits your face like a slap. You are twelve. You are alone. The city is grey. The sky is lower. You walk fast. Your shoes are wet. You do not look back. You know what is waiting. You know what is coming. You are a boy in a world that has forgotten how to be soft. You enter the building. It smells of dust. It smells of old paper. It smells of...

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