The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain hit the glass with the rhythm of a machine gun. Marcus sat in the driver’s seat of the armored transport. His left hand rested on his knee. The fingers were stiff. The skin had turned a pale, waxy yellow. It looked like old parchment. The joint was swollen. It throbbed in time with the engine. A deep, dull ache. He knew the sound of his own pain. It was a familiar frequency. Across the...

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