The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the Sector tasted of copper and stale rain. I stood alone in the center of the white room, my hands resting on the cold steel table. On the surface lay a single glass vial, filled with a viscous, amber liquid. It was beautiful in its simplicity. A remedy for the static that had begun to eat the edges of my vision. I had served the Bureau for twenty years, keeping the peace in a city...

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