The Distant Wound
The train shakes. It is a cold shake. You feel it in your teeth. You look down at your hands. They are steady. They must be steady. You are a man of the State now. The uniform fits tight across the shoulders. The brass buttons catch the gray light from the window. You check them. One is missing. No. That is not possible. You check again. It is there. It is cold. You are traveling to the...
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