The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Act I "Can glass hold a ghost, or does it just hold the cold?" Bo He asked, his breath fogging in the narrow gap between the lane houses. The air in Taipei smelled of wet rust and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that clung to the back of his throat like a bad penny. He was twelve, small for his age, and his hands were stained with the gray residue of the mirror’s edge. In his pocket,...

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