The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rubber baton was heavy in Edward’s hand, the weight of it a dull ache in his wrist that had settled in over the last three hours of breaking lines. He swung it against the plywood barricade, the impact jarring his teeth, sending a spray of splinters and wet dust into the grey air of Vark. The crowd behind the wood did not scream; they chanted. It was a low, rhythmic thrum that seemed to...

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