The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The clock on the wall ticked with a heavy, mechanical indifference, each second a small hammer blow against the silence of the office. I sat before Mara’s desk, my fingers laced tight in my lap to keep them from shaking, and watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of afternoon light. I was forty-two years old, a junior archivist in a city that had forgotten the sun, and I was asking...

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