The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the dining hall smells of roasted duck and ozone. It is a thick, cloying scent that hangs low in the room, pressing against the skin. You sit at the head of the table. The candles are made of rendered fat, their flames trembling in the draft from the open shutters. Outside, the wind howls through the skeletal trees. It sounds like a warning. It sounds like a laugh. Your hands are...

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