The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog was not outside. It was in the walls, in the floorboards, in the very marrow of the building. It was a wet, gray silence that pressed against my eardrums, thick as wool, tasting of rust and old pennies. I sat at my desk in the basement archive of the Bureau of Continuity, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, electric hymn that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. My name is Elias Thorne, and...

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