The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream is always the same. You stand in a field of white ash. The sky is the color of a bruise, swollen and purple. In your hand, you hold a shard of glass. It is not a weapon. It is a key. You know this because you feel the tumbler clicking inside the empty air before you. The ground hums. A low, thrumming vibration that travels up through your shins and settles in your teeth. You drop the...

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