The Distant Journey

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The glass vial in your hand is no longer whole, it is a jagged constellation of shards that cut into the meat of your palm, a red bloom spreading across the sterile white of your cuff, and you do not flinch, you do not drop it, because you know with a certainty that has calcified in your bones over the last three months of walking that the medicine is more important than the container, and the...

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