The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The morning shift began with the hum of the ventilation fans. It was a low, constant drone that Margaret Holloway had come to mistake for silence. She stood before the mirror in the locker room, adjusting the collar of her white uniform. The fabric was stiff, bleached so white it seemed to emit its own pale light. Her hands trembled slightly as she fastened the top button. She looked at her...

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