The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

"Did you hear the kettle?" The question hung in the air of the freezer room, cold and sharp as the air itself, where Conceicao Jorge stood wiping frost from a glass panel that offered no view, only a white, blinding void. He was a seasonal tax preparer, a man whose hands smelled permanently of wet wool and stale coffee, and he was thirty years old, though the lines around his eyes suggested a...

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