The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The truck idled. The engine hummed a low, tired note against the cold morning air. "We're late," said Cal. His voice was rough, like gravel in a tin can. "Don't care," said Elias. He kept his eyes on the road ahead. The asphalt was wet. It reflected the grey sky. Cal looked at him. "The Shift starts at eight. We're at seven-fifty. They don't like it when we're late. They mark us." "Let them...

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