The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in Sector Four tasted of ozone and stale coffee, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat before he had even opened his mouth to speak. He sat in the narrow, windowless office that served as his domain, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sickly note that seemed to vibrate directly into his teeth. The city outside was a blur of gray rain and neon, a sprawling,...

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