The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in Sector 4 tasted of rust and ozone. It coated the back of Dale’s throat, a gritty film that no amount of spitting could clear. He stood by the window. His hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the job. Keep the hands steady. Keep the eyes sharp. Keep the body quiet. Outside, the city sprawled in a gray haze. The towers of the Ministry of Stability pierced the low...

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