The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The alarm screamed. Red light bled through the slats. Marek woke. Cold. Wet. He stood. Boots on. No hesitation. The corridor was a throat. Swallowing sound. He walked. Fast. The walls were breathing. That was the first thing. They expanded. They contracted. A rhythmic heave. Like a lung in a jar. He reached his desk. The monitor was black. Then it lit. Code. Not English. Not Russian. Not...

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