The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Mildred Sturgis pressed the wet, heavy cloth against the rusted iron of the loom, the friction grinding against her palm as she tried to stop the machine’s death rattle. The air in the mill floor was heavy with wet wool and old grease, a texture that coated the tongue and settled in the lungs. She was thirty-four, and her left hand, severed at the wrist and suspended by a thin, humming wire...

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