The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Elias Thorne sat alone in the sterile white of his quarters, the silence pressing against his eardrums like deep water. He was forty-two, a man whose body had begun to map the terrain of his service, and his mind was fixed on a single, grinding calculation: the cost of Mara’s next inhalation unit. The air in Oakhaven was filtered, scrubbed of impurities, but it was not enough for her lungs,...

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