The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The wind screamed through the broken glass. It tore at the wool of my tunic, a cold, wet thing that bit into the skin. I stood in the center of the nave, the floor slick with condensation and old blood. The cathedral was dead. The saints in their niches looked down with eyes of painted stone, indifferent to the rot that consumed us. "Stay back, Thomas," I said. My voice was steady. I had...

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