The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in Sector Four never stopped; it just changed its pitch. It was a low, constant hum that vibrated in the teeth, a sound that had become as familiar to me as the taste of synthetic coffee or the weight of my uniform. I sat on the edge of my bed in the cramped apartment, my fingers tracing the rim of a ceramic mug. It was a simple thing, white glaze over blue clay, a relic from the Old...

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