The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train moved through the night. It did not hum. It groaned. A low, wet sound. Like a throat clearing. Elias sat by the window. The glass was cold. His breath fogged the pane. He wiped it away. The dark rushed back. He held the object in his lap. It was a key. Not a standard key. The metal was heavy. Black. Tarnished. It had no teeth. Just a smooth, curved head. And a long, slender shaft. It...

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