The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

I Refugio Castañeda was fifty years old and the only man in the mill town who knew how to read the roots, a fact that had cost him his taxi and his standing in the queue for the ferry. He stood in the damp cellar of the communal house, the air heavy with the smell of wet earth and old sweat, while the Council sat above him on the loom room floor, their faces pale in the gloom. The roots beneath...

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