The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The building hummed. It was a low, wet vibration that started in the floorboards and climbed up my shins, settling in the marrow of my bones. We called it the Hum. Everyone did. It was the sound of the city thinking, or perhaps the sound of the city digesting us. I lived in a high-rise on the east side, a slab of grey concrete that pierced the low, perpetual fog. My neighbor, Elias, knocked on...

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