The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The building stood on the corner of 4th and Main, a brutalist block of grey concrete that had seen better decades. It was not a beautiful structure. It was a box. It was a cage. And it was mine. Or rather, it was the place I had to be. The place where the air tasted of dust and old paper. I was not a hero. I was a clerk. I was a man who filed. My name is Arthur. I was from a place that no...

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