The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the Ministry of Memory smelled of ozone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he counted the hours until the next shift change. Three hours, forty-two minutes, and forty seconds remained on the digital clock embedded in the sterile white wall, a countdown that felt less like time passing and more like a slow, rhythmic tightening of a noose...

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