The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rusted loom is always the same in the dream, its iron teeth gnashing in a rhythm that stops just before the thread snaps, and you wake with the taste of copper in your mouth and your hand already reaching for the cold edge of the bedframe to ground yourself in the reality of the small, damp apartment above the shuttered print shop in Oakhaven. You are thirty-four years old, a textile...

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