The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The banquet hall of the Ministry of Calibrated Labor smelled of boiled wool, stale lavender, and the metallic tang of ozone that always preceded a mandatory assembly, a scent that had long since replaced the natural odor of the earth in the lungs of every citizen who worked within the pale, humming walls of the institution. We sat in rows of identical beige chairs that molded to the backs of...

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