The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air tasted of iron and static. Mara walked. Her boots crunched against the gravel path that cut through the grey fog. The fog was thick. It pressed against her skin. It smelled of ozone. She did not look up. She did not look down. She watched the trees. They were not trees. They were spires. Tall, white, pulsing columns of bone-like material rose from the earth. They hummed. A low,...

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