The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

"You’re still here," the voice said. It was not a question. It hung in the air, heavy and wet, like the smell of ozone before a storm that never breaks. I did not turn. I kept my eyes on the glass wall. Outside, the city breathed. A slow, rhythmic pulse of gray light and shadow. The trees were gone. They had been taken years ago, deemed inefficient, deemed wild. Now, there were only the...

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