The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The hem of your uniform is black. It is not a stain in the way dirt or grease might be; it is a bruise that has lived in the fabric for too long, spreading from the edge of your trousers toward your knees with the slow, deliberate patience of ink in water. You are Mara, thirty-two, a textile inspector in Aethelgard, and this morning you are trying to wash it out in the communal sink of the...

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