The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train from the Outer Provinces smelled of ozone and wet wool, a scent that clung to Elias Vane’s coat as he stepped onto the platform of the State Nutritional Bureau. He was forty years old, a man whose hands had spent two decades coaxing flavor from powder and his spirit from the memory of a vineyard he would never again walk. The air inside the facility was sterile, recycled through...

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