The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The cart had held three hundred and twelve pounds of grain, but the weight of the warrant in your hand felt heavier, a leaden slab of authority that had begun to rust in your pocket. You counted the hours since you last coughed blood, four, and the miles until the border fortress, two, and the distance to your daughter’s bedside, which was a number so vast it had lost all meaning. You were...

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