The Distant Wound
The alarm did not ring; it simply ceased to exist, replaced by a silence so absolute that Elias Thorne felt the pressure change in his sinuses. He lay in the sterile white of his apartment, the sheets cool against his skin, and the first thing he noticed was not the light, but the heat radiating from his left forearm. He sat up, the movement slow and deliberate, and pulled back the sleeve of...
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