The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the sky and the soot-blackened brick of the Sanatorium. Thomas Ashworth sat in the corner of his cell, a space no larger than a closet, his back pressed against the damp stone. He was counting the grains of salt on his tongue. One, two, three. Four. The salt was coarse, industrial,...

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