The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink on the ledger did not dry. It bled into the grain of the paper, a dark, wet spiderweb that seemed to pulse against the white void of the page. You watched it spread, holding your breath, the air in the town hall stale and thick with the scent of coal dust and old fear. Outside, the rain lashed the windows of the mill office, a rhythmic drumming that masked the sound of your own heart....

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