The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron buckle sat in my palm, cold as a river stone, its surface pitted with rust that flaked away under my thumb like dried blood. It was heavy, a weight that seemed to pull my hand downward toward the floorboards, a physical anchor to a past I had spent three years trying to bury in the attic of my mind and the physical attic of my house. I held it there, staring at the tarnished metal,...

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