The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced against the glass of the observation deck, a relentless, gray static that blurred the city below into a smear of wet neon and steel. Inside, the air was sterile, recycled, and tasted faintly of ozone and cold coffee. Elias Thorne stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his fingers interlaced with a tension that seemed to pull at the seams of...

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