The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The shawl was heavy. It weighed three pounds, maybe four, stiff with the dried blood of a decade. You held it in your hands, feeling the weave tighten against your palms, the fibers humming with a low, subsonic vibration that you had learned to ignore. You were Mara, thirty-two, a textile inspector in Ostra, and you were tired in a way that sleep could not fix. The city of Ostra did not sleep....

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