The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the Refinery tastes of copper and old rain. It is a heavy, metallic taste that coats the back of your throat, a reminder that you are breathing in the exhaust of a world that no longer exists. You are standing on the gantry of the Spindle, the great central axis of the New London, and your fingers are wrapped tight around the railing until the knuckles turn white. Below you, the city...

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