The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

I, II, III The hum starts in the teeth before it reaches the ears, a low vibration that tastes of copper and old pennies. You are Carmela Vitale, thirty-two, and you are sitting in a room that smells of damp wool and the sharp, chemical bite of bleach, drafting the final report that will save you. The paper is white, blindingly so, under the flickering gaslight, and your hand trembles not from...

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