The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain against the glass sounded like static, a white noise that filled the sterile quiet of the interrogation room until it seemed to press against my eardrums. I sat in the chair, the metal cold against my spine, and felt the familiar tightness in my left hand, the one I had kept pressed flat against my sternum for three years, a habit born of a phantom pain that had never quite faded. It...

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