The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The banquet hall of the Citadel was a cathedral of polished steel and humming, invisible currents, where the air tasted of ozone and the faint, metallic sweetness of static discharge that clung to the backs of your throats like a second skin. You sat at the head of the long, obsidian table, the surface so dark it seemed to swallow the light from the crystal chandeliers above, reflecting your...

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