The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The feast is loud. The wine is red. It stains your mouth. You smile. You are a scholar. You are a scholar of the old ways. The city hums. The city breathes. It smells of ozone and old stone. You sit at the high table. The candles flicker. They dance in the wind. Your wife sits beside you. Eleanor. Her hair is dark. Her eyes are sharp. She cuts her meat. The knife is steel. The meat is red. You...

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