The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron breath of the city tasted of rust and ozone. Mara stood in the mud, her boots sinking into the sludge of the industrial delta. The air was thick. It was wet. It was alive. She pulled her goggles down over her eyes. The lenses were cracked. One fracture ran like a vein of lightning across her vision. She did not care. The dust settled on her skin. It was fine. It was gray. It was...

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