The Witness of the Rust

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I remember the smell of the rain before I remember the man. To me, the world is a map of scents: the metallic tang of old fences, the musk of damp earth, and the sharp, biting aroma of human fear. I had been caught in the teeth of a steel trap for two suns, my leg a throb of fire, my world shrinking to the size of a rusted jaw. I had watched the crows circle, waiting for the moment my heart...

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