The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The sky is red. Not the red of sunset, but the red of old blood, thick and stagnant, hanging low over the town of Oakhaven. You are running. Your boots slap the wet cobblestones, a rhythmic, violent sound that cuts through the silence. Your lungs burn. Your heart hammers against your ribs like a trapped bird. You are a man made of wire and rust, and you are breaking. Behind you, the fog rolls...

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