The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain against the windowpane of the manor house did not fall so much as it persisted, a gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the interior and the wet, rotting earth outside. Margaret Holloway stood before the tall, fractured mirror in the center of the room, her hands resting lightly on the back of a velvet chair. She was a woman of forty, her face a map of lines that spoke not of...

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