The Distant Wound
The batch number is wrong again. Elias tapped the glass screen of his tablet, the sound sharp and hollow in the sterile quiet of the Reclamation Center’s audit office. He did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the scrolling columns of data, the grey text crawling like insects across the white background. Outside the thick, reinforced window, the industrial hum of the facility vibrated through...
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