The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The house stands upon the cliff like a broken tooth jutting from the jaw of the earth, its windows dark and weeping with the salt-heavy fog that rolls in from the grey Atlantic, and you stand in the center of the hall, holding the silver platter that has belonged to your mother, then your aunt, then you, feeling the weight of it not as an object but as a fragment of your own shattered spine,...

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