The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Ostrava was not a town so much as a collection of wet, black-soil plains that stretched to the horizon, a place where the wind carried the taste of iron and old salt, and where every citizen moved with the heavy, deliberate caution of someone waiting for the ground to give way. It was the year of the long freeze, the year the buyout offers had finally stopped coming, and the only thing keeping...

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