The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Elias. The voice came from the doorway, dry and flat, stripping the name of any warmth it might have held. I looked up from the calibration bench. My hands were stained with the black grease of the flux, the substance that bound the copper filaments to the glass. It was thick, heavy stuff. It smelled of burnt sugar and iron. I wiped my palms on my trousers, leaving dark smears on the fabric....

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