The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink is still wet. You stare at it. The black stain spreads across your white knuckles. It looks like a bruise. A deep, purple wound that will not heal. You are in the basement. The air is cold. It smells of ozone and old paper. The fluorescent lights buzz. A low, constant hum. It vibrates in your teeth. You are Officer Elias Thorne. You are the best of them. Or so they said. Before you came...

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