The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

My hands were already stained black with the crushed roots when I climbed the forty-seven of the Tannery Steps, the wet wood slick under my boots. The wind off the plateau cut sideways, driving the rain into the hollows of my neck, but I did not stop. I was climbing toward the Elder’s garden, toward the private stores where the dried sage and the bitter orange peel were kept under lock and key....

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