The Distant Wound
Chapter One Vernon Priddy kept the hospital bracelet on his left wrist, the plastic worn white from years of friction against the linoleum floor of the auction yard. He was thirty-four, and the mortgage on the house at one hundred and twenty-six of Lantern Yard was underwater by three thousand dollars, a debt that compounded with the interest on his father’s unfinished ledger. The rain had...
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