The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The sky cracked open over the Ash Valley. It did not rain. It bled. A thick, rust-colored sludge poured from the bruised clouds, coating the rusted iron spires of the Processing Plant in a sticky film. You stood on the ridge, your boots sinking into the mud that smelled of sulfur and old blood. Your hands were bound. Not with rope, but with the invisible weight of the law that had taken your...

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