The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, black mirrors that reflected the jagged teeth of the upper districts. You walked through the mud, your boots heavy with the silt of a world that was slowly drowning in its own shadow. The air tasted of iron and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat, a reminder that the sky above...

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