The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bell tolled for the midday ration. It was a low, mournful sound, vibrating through the soles of my shoes. I stood in the queue. The line was long. It stretched into the grey fog. My hands were cold. They were raw. I looked at the bowl in front of me. It was metal. It was dented. Inside, a thick, grey paste. It smelled of chalk. It smelled of decay. I am Dr. Elias Thorne. I was a scholar. I...

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