The Distant Wound

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2026-08-19 01:51:15 -

The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall. It was driven. Marcus Vane stood at the window of the patrol car. The glass was cold. His breath fogged the pane. He wiped it with a gloved hand. The wipers beat against the storm. Left. Right. Left. Right. A mechanical heartbeat. He was a man of protocol. Of procedure. The uniform fit him well. The badge was polished. It caught the dying light of the streetlamps. Each...

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