The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

I woke not with a gasp but with the slow, viscous drag of memory surfacing through the murky water of a dream that had been waiting for me beneath the skin of my consciousness for what felt like an eternity, and the first thing I knew, before I knew my own name or the weight of the blankets tangled around my legs, was that my left hand was gone, or rather, that the space where my left hand had...

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