The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bullet grazes your ear, a hot whisper of metal against skin, and you do not flinch because you have learned that flinching is a luxury reserved for the dead. You are standing in the center of the atrium, a vast, circular space where the ceiling is not a ceiling but a swirling vortex of digital static, a permanent, hissing storm of grey noise that never resolves into image or sound. This is...

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