The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron taste of blood mixes with the metallic tang of the rail lines beneath your boots. You are not running from the enemy. You are running from the silence that follows the shot. The air in this sector, designated Zone Four of the Continental Perimeter, is thick with the spore-dust of the Weeping Willows that line the old highway. They hang low, their branches weeping a viscous, amber resin...

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