The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet against the glass. It drummed a dull, rhythmic beat against the windowpane of the small, windowless room. We were locked inside. The door was heavy oak, banded with iron. It had not opened from the outside in three days. I sat on the cold stone floor. My back was against the wall. The stone bit into my spine. I did not move. I was an exile here. I was a...

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