The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The house breathed. It exhaled a low, wet hiss from the vents. Margaret stood in the hall. The walls were white. Too white. The paint peeled in long, dry strips. It looked like dead skin. She checked her watch. 9:00 AM. The assessment was late. "Margaret." Her husband, David, stood by the door. He wore his grey suit. It was wrinkled. He smelled of sweat and stale coffee. "You're late," he said....

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