The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fence was not a wall, but it was enough. It was a line of corrugated steel, rusted to the color of dried blood, that ran along the edge of the community, separating the quiet streets of Oakhaven from the gray expanse of the Zone. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands resting on the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the world beyond. He was a man of fifty, with hair the color of ash and...

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