The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

I woke up with the taste of rust in my mouth. The air was thin. Cold. It bit into my lungs like a splinter. I was standing on the edge of the White Sea. The fog was so thick it swallowed the horizon. It swallowed the ground. It swallowed me. I looked down. My boots were gone. I was barefoot on the ice. The ice was black. It was smooth. It was cracked. I could see the water underneath. It was...

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