The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog does not roll in; it seeps, a cold, viscous liquid that finds the cracks in the windowpanes of the municipal archive and settles into the grain of the wood. You are Elias, thirty-four years old, and your hands are steady only because you have learned to dissociate from the tremor that lives in your fingertips, a constant vibration that is not quite fear but something older, a hum of...

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