The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dust in the vault was not merely particulate matter, but a suspended history, a grey snow that fell upward when the air shifted, coating the edges of the stone with a fine, powdery shroud that tasted of chalk and old blood on the tongue. I stood in the center of the circular chamber, my breath ragged and shallow, the resonance of the heavy iron door still thrumming against my sternum like...

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