The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Radmila Harutyunyan kept the tuning fork in the pocket of her apron, its cold steel biting into her thigh as she walked the frost-hardened banks of the canal. The morning fog had burned off by ten, leaving the air sharp and thin, a physical weight against the skin that demanded to be paid for in breath. She was forty years old, a glassblower by trade, though the town knew her only as the keeper...

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