The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain hits the stone. It is cold. It is old. You are wet. You are bleeding. The sword in your hand is heavy. It feels like lead. It feels like iron. You swing it. You swing it again. The air is thick with smoke. The smell of ash. The smell of blood. You are in the courtyard. The walls are high. The sky is a narrow strip of grey. You cannot see the sun. You cannot see the end. Your sister is...

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