The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in Sector Four did not fall; it was forced. It hit the cobblestones with the weight of a hammer, gray and relentless, smelling of rust and ozone. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Ashworth Street, his coat soaked through, the fabric heavy against his shoulders. He was a man carved from the same gray stone as the city, a Senior Enforcer of the Bureau of Cognitive Purity. His face was...

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