The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train cut through the mist like a blade through silk. I sat in the corner of the car, my fingers wrapped around a cold cup of tea that I did not drink. The institution waited at the end of the line. It was a place of glass and steel, built to preserve the fragile moments of a dying world. I was a scholar of time, or so the file said. My title was Professor. My purpose was to fix the error....

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