The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The alarm did not ring. It hummed. A low, violet thrum that vibrated in the teeth of Arthur Penhaligon before his eyes even opened. He lay in the narrow bed of his apartment, a box of drywall and stale air on the fourteenth floor. The window was sealed. It had always been sealed. The city outside was a blur of grey smog and towering spires, the Ministry of Allocation casting its long, pale...

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