The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

"Put it in the bin," he said. His voice was low. It cut the air like a knife. "Put it in the bin, Thomas." I looked at the bird. It was blue. Not the blue of the sky. Not the blue of the sea. It was a blue that hurt to look at. A blue that hummed in the teeth. It sat on my palm. Its feathers were sharp. They bit into my skin. "I cannot," I said. "It is not trash." The man in the grey coat...

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