The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink on the screen bled into the white pixels. Mara watched the cursor blink. It was a rhythmic pulse. Red. Then white. Then red. Her eyes burned. The office was cold. Climate control failed at night. She shivered. She did not move. The document was titled Final Disposition. It was simple. Clean. Professional. She was a junior analyst. Her job was data. Numbers. Risk assessment. She did not...

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