The Distant Wound

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2026-08-17 21:34:08 -

The Distant Wound

The wall buckled. It did not crumble. It bent. The concrete, thick and grey, warped inward like a bruise forming under skin. I stood in the center of the cell. My boots were wet. The water was black. It smelled of rust and old blood. "Report," the voice said. It came from the intercom. It was flat. It was kind. It was the voice of a father who has decided you are sick, not guilty. "Integrity...

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