The Distant Wound
The fence hummed. It was not a sound you heard with your ears, but a vibration that started in the molars and worked its way down the spine until the bones felt loose in the joints. I stood at the edge of the yard, my hands shaking from the dawn cold and the hunger that had become a physical weight in my gut. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to press my palm against the wire and feel the...
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