The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The vial in my hand was cold, a small glass cylinder filled with a viscous, black fluid that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic light. I held it up to the grey light of the Ministry’s basement office, watching the liquid swirl, knowing that every second I held it, the clock was ticking against my own biology. I am forty-two, a sanctioned Medium of the Ministry of Memory, and I am dying for a secret...

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