The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ledger sat in my hands, cold and heavy, its spine cracked from use. I held it like a weapon, or perhaps a coffin lid, waiting for the weight to settle into my bones. The air in the Zone tasted of iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made my teeth ache. I was Elias Thorne, Border Enforcement Officer, Second Class, and I had come here to retrieve the final records of my...

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