The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

"Do you hear it?" I asked, my voice thin in the vast, stagnant air of the cellar. My brother, Silas, did not look up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. He was only seven, yet he moved with the rigid, terrifying precision of an auditor. He smelled of chalk dust and old paper, a scent that had permeated our clothes, our hair, even the marrow of our bones since the day the walls of our...

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