The Distant Wound

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2026-08-19 16:11:23 -

The Distant Wound

The alarm blares. It is a digital shriek, flat and white, stripping the color from the morning. I am already awake. I am always awake. The city outside my cell window is a grid of gray slabs, humming with the low-frequency thrum of the ventilation systems that keep us alive. We do not breathe air here. We breathe processed gas. It tastes of copper and ozone. I check the wrist unit. My heart...

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