The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You wake in the iron lung of the morning, the air thick with the smell of ozone and wet slate, and you know, with a certainty that feels less like thought and more like a fracture in the bone, that you have been misread. You are not a man. You are a mechanism. You are a series of inputs processed by the Central Authority, a bureaucratic engine grinding against the gears of an ancient,...

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