The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell like static. Miles watched it streak the glass. The city below was a grid of light and shadow. A circuit board. A neural net. He pressed his thumb against the pane. Cold. Real. He dreamed of the river. The old river. Before the walls. Before the hum. Woke. The room was white. The air smelled of ozone and floor wax. No dust. No dirt. Clean. Sterile. His phone buzzed. A text from...

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