The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the streets of the city into rivers of mud and broken light. Inside the sterile, white-tiled walls of the Central Correctional Facility, the air was thick with the scent of industrial bleach and stale sweat, a pungent mixture that seemed to seep into the fabric of one’s very soul. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror...

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