The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain tapped against the window glass with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a heartbeat. Margaret stood by the counter, her hands submerged in the warm water of the sink. She watched the suds rise, swirl, and vanish. The kitchen was small. It was the only room in the house that did not feel like a cell. Outside, the world had changed. It had not ended, exactly. It had...

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