The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that smelled of wet iron and old leaves, clinging to the high windows of the Institute for Behavioral Continuity. Inside, the air was sterile, recycled through filters that hummed a low, constant note, a drone that Elias had long since stopped hearing, though his bones still vibrated with its frequency. He sat alone in the...

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