The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain against the glass of the observation deck was not a sound but a texture, a gritty, persistent friction that you could feel in the marrow of your bones, a reminder that the world outside this sterile, white-walled sanctuary was still wet, still cold, and still indifferent to your existence. You stood there, your hands resting on the cool metal railing, watching the grey sludge of the...

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