The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fence is broken. You see it from the car. A gap in the white picket. Not a hole. A severance. You stop the engine. The silence of the town settles over the hood like snow. It is quiet here. Too quiet. You are Dr. Elias Thorne. You are a man of words. You have spent thirty years decoding the syntax of other people’s lives. You do not decode your own. You get out. The air smells of wet clay...

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