The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in Sector Four did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, gray silt that coated the breath of every citizen in a taste of rust and old iron. I stood on the platform of the Mag-Lev terminal, watching the steam rise from the grates, my reflection warped and fragmented in the wet glass of the waiting lounge. The air smelled of ozone and wet wool, a scent that had become indistinguishable...

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