The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The red mark was a smear of dried blood, or perhaps rust, painted in a thick, jagged circle on the lower left panel of Mara’s door. It was the kind of bureaucratic error that could kill a man, or a girl, before the sun had the decency to rise. I stood in the hallway of our tenement, the smell of damp wool and stale bread hanging heavy in the air, and felt the cold seep through my thin coat....

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