The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train moved through the fog. It was a sterile white. The glass was cold. Elias pressed his forehead against it. He was a linguist. He studied syntax. He mapped the architecture of meaning. He was going to the Capitol. He was going to speak. The car was silent. No other passengers. The hum of the engine. A low, mechanical drone. It vibrated in his teeth. In his bones. He checked his watch....

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