The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The letter was small. It was white. It smelled of ink and old paper. Elias sat in the chair. The chair was hard. The room was dark. Outside, the snow fell. It fell like ash. It fell like bone. He held the letter. His hands were cold. They were always cold. The winter in the valley was a beast. It did not sleep. It only ate. He opened the envelope. He did not want to read it. He knew what it...

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