The Distant Wound
"Stop trembling, Elias. You are shaking the thread." I looked up. Silas stood in the doorway of the breakroom, his face a mask of weary concern. He was my mentor, the man who had taught me how to read the biometric codes that kept New Veridia pure. His voice was low, a rasp that cut through the hum of the ventilation system. I looked down at my hands. They were indeed shaking. The needle...
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