The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It drummed against the corrugated roof of the intake bay. A steady, relentless rhythm. Like a heartbeat. Or a countdown. Thomas stood by the window. His hands were clasped. Knuckles white. He watched the water run down the glass. Distorting the view of the yard. The yard was empty. Mostly. Except for the figures in the yellow suits. They moved with the...

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