The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The explosion did not sound like a bang, but like a scream tearing through the fabric of the morning. It was a sound that tasted of copper and ozone, a violation of the air that had been so still, so thick with the promise of rain. I was standing by the window of my office in the Bureau of Continuity, watching the smoke rise from the lower district, when the first tremor shook the floorboards...

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