The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Michael Lenehan remembers the weight of the silence before the breaking. It was a heavy thing, like a sack of wet sand, sitting in the center of his chest long before the lights went out. He was forty-two then, an archivist of sorts in the sprawling, industrial belly of Belfast, though the title meant little when the contract ended and the gig economy stripped you to your bones. He wanted only...

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