The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train rattled. Dust in my throat. I held the ledger. It was old. Leather cracked. The binding frayed. My hands shook. Not from cold. Fear. We were late. The schedule said noon. It was one. The air tasted of ozone and rust. I looked at my badge. Brass. Dented. I pressed it into my pocket. The weight was real. The weight was wrong. Captain Halloway sat across from me. He did not look up. He...

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