The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air tasted of ozone and wet concrete. It was a flavor that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat, thick and metallic, refusing to be swallowed. He walked. His boots struck the uneven surface with a rhythmic thud that echoed in the silence. There was no wind here. No birds. No distant traffic. Only the hum of the structure itself, a low-frequency vibration that he could feel in his...

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