The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The sky broke. Not with rain. With light. A seam tore open above the Capitol dome. It was not a cloud. It was not a lens flare. It was a wound in the air itself, bleeding a pale, humming gold. The children in the Plaza of Accord did not look up. They looked at their shoes. They looked at the dirt beneath their polished boots. They looked at the line of red velvet rope that held them back from...

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