The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain hit the window of my office with a rhythmic, metallic slap, a sound that seemed to vibrate directly into my teeth. I stared at the screen, where the Green Line pulsed in a sterile, digital green, a straight cut through a landscape that I knew, in my bones, was bleeding. My sister, Clara, had called an hour ago, her voice thin and brittle over the line, telling me the clinic’s lease was...

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