The Distant Wound
The hum starts behind your left eye, a low-frequency thrum that tastes like copper and old static. You are thirty-two, a Senior Archivist in the Aethelgard Dominion, and you are sitting in the observation booth of the High Court, watching your brother, Kael, through a feed of blue light. The air in the booth is sterile, recycled, and smells of ozone. You want to submit the final report that...
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