The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog in Ostriv did not rise; it settled, a heavy grey blanket that pressed against the stone until the walls wept condensation. Vasily Pavlov, thirty-two, stood in the corner of his cell, his fingers gripping the cold iron bars, the metal biting into his skin with a familiar, painful intimacy. He wanted the transfer to the outer labor camps, a specific, tangible release from the suffocating...

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