The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell like a judgment. It was cold. It was wet. It soaked into the wool of his uniform until the fabric felt like skin. Elias Thorne stood at the corner of Elm and 4th. He watched the puddles form. They mirrored the grey sky. They mirrored the broken streetlights. He adjusted his collar. The brass buttons bit into his throat. A siren wailed in the distance. It sounded like a scream....

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