The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream always begins with the sound of tearing silk, a long, wet rip that echoes through the cavernous halls of the Ministry of Public Order, and I am there, standing on the polished obsidian floor, holding the only thing I have ever possessed that felt like mine: a single, perfect letter, written in ink that shimmered like liquid starlight. In the dream, the letter is whole. It is a...

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