The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in Sector Four tasted of ozone and crushed mint, a synthetic flavor pumped through the ventilation grates to keep the citizens docile and alert. Elias stood in the center of the atrium, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the object clutched in his fist. It was a ration bar, wrapped in foil that had begun to crack, revealing the dense, gray paste...

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