The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ferns are dying. You know this. They curl inward, brittle as old paper, their fronds turning a shade of brown that matches the dust on the windowsills. You watch them from your desk in the Ministry of Domestic Stability. The room is white. The light is white. The air is recycled, smelling faintly of ozone and nothing else. You are an ordinary man. You file. You stamp. You verify. This is...

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