The Distant Wound

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2026-08-18 22:09:13 -

The Distant Wound

The train smelled of wet wool and iron filings. I stood in the corridor, my reflection fractured across the dark glass. Outside, the city of Oakhaven blurred into a smear of grey rain and yellow streetlights. I was leaving. That was the plan. That was the lie. I adjusted the strap of my bag. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, was the thing. The artifact. It hummed against my hip, a low vibration that...

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