The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream smelled of ozone and wet wool. Elias woke. He was in the study. The fire had died. He sat up. The chair creaked. The house was dark. A shadow moved in the corner. Elias watched it. It did not move like a man. It folded. It unfolded. It became a bird. A black shape against the gray window. Elias blinked. The bird was gone. Only the ash remained. He stood. His legs were heavy. He walked...

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