The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream was not of clouds or water, but of iron. It began with the smell of ozone and wet rust, a scent that Peter Hale had associated with the back of his mind since childhood, a smell that clung to the wool of his coat no matter how often he washed it. In the dream, he stood in a corridor that stretched infinitely in both directions, the walls lined not with plaster but with rows of...

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