The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the Sub-Basement 4 conference room was not merely recycled; it was curated, stripped of humidity and organic scent until it tasted of ozone and the metallic tang of high-frequency processing. Julian Vane sat at the head of the long, obsidian table, his fingers drumming a silent, arrhythmic code against the polished surface, a gesture that betrayed a nervousness he had long since...

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