The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The needle slides in, cold and precise, and you feel the first drop of black ink pulse through the vein of your forearm. It is not pain, exactly. It is a heavy, wet cold that spreads from the wrist to the elbow, a sensation like swallowing a stone. You look down at your hand, the skin turning the color of dried blood, and you think of Elara. You think of her face, the way it used to look before...

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