The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The black sap of the Ironbark cut into my palm, a hot, viscous line that did not bleed but burned. I held the jar against my chest, the glass sweating with a rhythmic, internal heat that matched the failing throb of my own heart. Outside, the sirens of Oakhaven wailed, a mechanical moan that tore through the industrial fog, signaling that the Purity Act had finally reached my door. I was Elias...

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