The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven. It was a cold morning. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. Thomas stood on the platform. He held his cap in his hand. He did not put it on. He looked at the clock. The hands were still. His brother, James, walked toward him. James was tall. His face was pale. He wore a gray uniform. The fabric looked heavy. It looked dirty. Thomas waited....

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