The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The coat hangs on the hook by the door. It is your coat. It has always been your coat. The wool is grey, worn thin at the elbows, smelling faintly of coal and old rain. You look at it now, standing in the corridor of the detention center, and you know you will never take it off. Not because you are cold. The air is warm here. It is warm because the furnace in the basement never stops. It burns...

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