The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The mist clings to your skin. It is cold. It is wet. It smells of iron and rot. You are walking. You have been walking for hours. The road is dirt. The sky is gray. You are in the Zone. Your father is gone. He is not dead. He is erased. The Ministry of Purity erased him. You carry his coat. It is heavy. It is wet. It smells of tobacco and fear. You wear it over your own thin shirt. The wool...

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