The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain falls in sheets of iron. It hammers against the slate roof of the Archive, a relentless, metallic drumming that drowns out the thought. You are not thinking. You are surviving. The wind howls through the high windows, a low, mournful moan that sounds like a throat clearing before a scream. You stand before the great oak door. Your hands are bound with wire. The wire bites into your...

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