The Distant Wound
The fluorescent lights of the Aetheric Calibration Chamber did not flicker, because they were not permitted to. They hummed with a steady, sterile intensity that pressed against the back of your skull, a constant white noise that masked the silence of the room. You stood at the center of the octagonal platform, the air thick with the smell of ozone and burnt copper, your hands trembling not...
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