The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ironwork on the balcony had begun to rust, a creeping orange disease that ate at the bars like a slow fire, and Eleanor stood before it, her fingers tracing the cold, flaking metal, feeling the history of the house seep into her skin. It was a place of shadows and dust, the Grandview Hotel, where the wallpaper peeled in long, yellowed strips and the chandeliers hung like broken bones from...

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