The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train cut through the gray fog of the city like a blade through wet silk, a rhythmic thrumming that I had long since ceased to hear with my ears and come to feel in the marrow of my bones. We were moving north, toward the Citadel, that towering monument of glass and steel that pierced the smog-choked sky, a beacon of order in a world that had forgotten how to be silent. I sat by the window,...

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