The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in the capital did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the grey, swollen sky, a perpetual, cold mist that seeped into the bone and the marrow, carrying with it the faint, metallic tang of the nutrient paste that every citizen consumed with the quiet, mechanical devotion of the damned. Elias Thorne stood before the towering, windowless facade of the Ministry of Nourishment, his coat...

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