The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ledger was breathing, a slow, wet expansion of the spine that Elias felt in the soles of his feet before he saw it, a rhythmic thumping that matched the pulse in his own temples which had been hammering since the dawn shift began. He stood in the center of the Ministry of Memory, a windowless cube of damp stone where the air tasted of iron filings and old paper, the smell so thick it coated...

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