The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the facility’s towering glass walls. Inside Sector Four, the air was recycled to a sterile, cold perfection, smelling faintly of ozone and the metallic tang of old blood. Elias Thorne stood before the containment mirror, his reflection fractured by the condensation on the glass. He was a man...

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