The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

I dreamed of the orchard again, though in the waking world of the Spire there was no fruit to speak of, only the synthetic hum of the atmospheric scrubbers and the grey, unyielding stone of the Ministry. In the dream, the trees were ancient oaks, their bark peeling away in long, dry strips like the skin of a dying man, revealing the pale, vulnerable wood beneath. I remembered the weight of the...

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