The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain on the blacktop of the convoy route is a steady, rhythmic hiss, a sound that has become the metronome of your final days. You are moving north, toward the perimeter, in a vehicle that smells of stale sweat, diesel, and the metallic tang of fear. You are a man of the Order, a keeper of the static, and for twenty years you have believed that the silence beyond the walls was empty, that...

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