The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You wake to the sound of rain striking the tin roof. It is a rhythmic, metallic drumming that fills the small cell. The air is cold. It smells of wet concrete and old rust. You sit up. Your body aches. Every joint feels swollen. The pain is familiar. It is a companion you have carried for years. You look at your hands. They are trembling. They are stained with soil and dried blood. You do not...

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