The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink on the quill was still wet, black and viscous as a bruise, when I saw the first finger move. It was a small thing, a twitch of the left index finger on the hand of Mrs. Gable, who had been listed as "Quiet" for three days. I pulled the ledger closer, the paper rough against my thumb, and watched the finger settle. It did not move again. But the fact that it had moved at all sat in my...

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