The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in Sector Four smelled of ozone and wet iron. Mara stood at the edge of the canopy, her boots sinking into the synthetic moss that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic blue light. Above her, the sky was not a sky. It was a lattice of glass and steel, a geometric cage holding back a void that hummed with static. She was not alone. Around her, the trees did not grow. They were grown. They were...

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