The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The smell of boiled turnips was the first thing I noticed. It hung in the sterile air of the observation hall, thick and yellow, cutting through the scent of antiseptic and polished steel. I stood in the back row, my hands clasped tightly behind my back to stop them from shaking. Around me, the other candidates sat in rigid silence, their spines curved like question marks against the black...

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