The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron lungs did not breathe for her, but she breathed for them, a rhythmic, mechanical heaving that sucked the air from her own chest and forced it into the rusted bellows of the machine beside her bed. Elara sat in the dim, soot-stained ward of the Pneumonia Asylum, watching the gauge on the wall tremble with a low, mournful groan. The air in the room was thick with the smell of coal dust...

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