The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the director’s office smelled of lemon polish and stale coffee, a sharp, artificial scent that seemed to cling to the back of Mara’s throat. She sat in the high-backed leather chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap, while Director Halloway studied her with the detached curiosity of a man inspecting a cracked foundation. "You’re asking for a transfer to Sector 4," Halloway said,...

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