The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Do you know what it feels like to hold a valve wheel that is slowly turning against your will? I woke with my left hand clenched. The black veins had spread past the wrist, reaching toward the elbow. I opened my fingers. They did not open. I had to force them, one by one, like prying shutters off a storm-battered window. The light in the cell was grey, the specific shade of unfiltered air. I...

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