The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Act I Hovhannes Sargsyan’s fingers were already slick with the grease of the dispensary counter when he reached for the vial, his knuckles white against the cold metal of the queue barrier. He needed the Sedative Paste, the final ration for the month, to stop the nightmares that were bleeding into the waking hours of his daughter, Anahit, who was eight years old and terrified of the dark. The...

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