The Distant Wound
The alarm did not ring; it was a low, subsonic hum that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears, a vibration that signaled a breach in the biometric integrity of Residential Block Four. He rolled out of the narrow cot, his knees cracking with the stiffness of a man who had spent twelve years standing watch on the northern perimeter, and moved toward the nursery with a...
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