The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the Hall of Justice was cold enough to freeze the breath in your lungs, a sharp, metallic taste that coated the back of the throat. "Your sister’s condition is terminal, Warden Ashworth," High Judge Thorne said, his voice flat as a stone dropped into deep water. He did not look up from the ledger on his desk. "The wasting takes the lungs first. Then the mind. You have six days until...

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