The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The mortar stone grinds against the pestle in your hand, the rhythmic screech a low prayer that vibrates up through your bones. You are in the infirmary of St. Jude’s, a stone fortress perched on the edge of the cliff where the sea bites the land with teeth of foam. The air smells of dried lavender, iron, and the stale sweat of the dying. You crush the dried root of valerian, mixing it with...

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