The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The glass bled. It did not shatter with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, thin exhalation of pressure finally released. Margaret held the shard in her bare palm. It was a fragment of the mirror from the high tower, the one that watched the city breathe from above. The edge was sharp enough to kiss the skin, to draw a bead of red that looked like a drop of wine spilled on white linen. She did...

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