The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You dream of the water again. It is not the clear, cold flow of the river that runs behind the house, but a thick, grey sludge that moves with a terrible, muscular intent. In the dream, you are standing in the middle of it, waist-deep, and the water is pulling you down, not by weight, but by a kind of hungry suction. You wake with your mouth full of that taste, metallic and ancient, and the sky...

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