The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The silver tray is heavier than it looks, a slab of polished metal that pulls at your wrists and makes the crystal glasses wobble in their precarious pyramids. You are eleven, standing in the center of the grand dining hall, your knuckles white and your breath held tight in your chest. The air is thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and beeswax, a cloying sweetness that sits in the back of...

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