The Distant Wound
You stand in the center of the hall, the air thick and stagnant as if the building itself has held its breath for a century, waiting for you to make the mistake that has already been made, the silence pressing against your eardrums not as an absence of sound but as a heavy, physical weight that crushes the lungs and forces the heart to beat slower and harder in the dark, and you look at the...
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