The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in Ward 4 smelled of ozone and antiseptic, a sterile scent that Elara Vance had long ago stopped noticing. She sat beside her sister Mara’s bed, her fingers resting on the cool metal of the IV stand, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of a chest that was slowly ceasing to rise. The State Sanatorium was a monument to efficiency, its white walls and humming servers designed to optimize...

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