The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Silas Vane’s hand hovered over the biometric scanner, his fingers trembling not from fear but from the faint, rhythmic thrum of the blue veins pulsing beneath his skin. The Ministry of Continuity smelled of ozone and old dust, a sterile hum that vibrated in the teeth, while the obsidian walls around him reflected his image with a delay of a fraction of a second, a localized uncanny rule that...

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