The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You wake to the sound of the grinding. It is not a mechanical sound, nor the groan of settling foundations, but a wet, organic friction, like a bone being slowly sawed through with a dull blade. You are in the city of Oakhaven, a place where the streets are paved with white stone that never soaks up the rain, where the air tastes of ozone and old paper, and where no one speaks above a whisper...

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