The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The hum started in my molars. It was a low, rhythmic vibration, distinct from the ambient drone of the Ministry’s ventilation system. I pressed my tongue against the back of my teeth, feeling the grit of the Echo, the physical residue of state crimes passed down through blood. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a Senior Archivist in the Ministry of Memory. My task for the next forty-eight hours is...

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