The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink on the ledger was dry, but the smell of it was sharp, biting the back of your throat like stale vinegar. You held the page flat on the desk, your fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, heavy weight of the date stamped in the corner. November 14th. Your father’s birthday was in six days. You needed the name, the official restoration, before then. It was a small thing, a...

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