The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The annual review cycle at the Bureau of Cognitive Alignment was not a meeting, but a ritual of calibration. The air in the Conference Room 4B smelled of ozone and stale coffee, a sterile scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long, obsidian table, his hands resting flat on the surface. He was old for the position, his face a map of fine...

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