The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink on the forms was always black, a deep, void-like black that seemed to absorb the light from the fluorescent tubes humming above our heads. I sat at my desk in the Bureau of Civic Continuity, Room 402, where the air smelled of ozone and old paper, and I stamped the requests for ration adjustments. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am a Junior Adjudicator. It is a title that sounds more...

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