The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The water in the basement was brown, thick as tea, and it smelled of wet paper and rust. Elias Vane stood in the center of the room, his shoes sinking into the sludge, watching the level rise an inch past the floorboards. He was forty-five years old, and for the last twenty-two years, he had been the sole custodian of the Oakhaven Municipal Library, a crumbling brick structure that sat on the...

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