The Distant Wound

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 03:01:24 -

The Distant Wound

The rain in the city of Veridia did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the grey cobblestones into mirrors of a sky that had forgotten how to break. I stood on the balcony of the Ministry of Internal Order, my uniform pressed from the damp air, feeling the weight of the insignia on my left shoulder like a stone suspended over a well. Below, the streets were a river...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews