The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream began, as it always did in the last months of his life, with the smell of damp earth and the faint, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that Margaret Holloway’s mind insisted belonged to a world she had once inhabited before the walls of their house had begun to eat the light from outside. She stood in the garden, not the overgrown, weed-choked lot that actually lay behind the Victorian...

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