The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Chapter One The frost had not yet taken the last of the buds on the bog, but the air in the archive was cold enough to make the brass bite your fingers. I was thirty-two years old, and I had spent the last six months climbing the thirty-one of the Tannery Steps to deliver mail that no one wanted, a route that paid less than the cost of the ink I used to record the deliveries. My father, Jose...

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