The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and metallic, before it even reached your ears. You were standing in the intake queue of the Grey Zone, the place where the border between the ordered city and the wasteland blurred into a smear of static and rust. The woman at the desk, her face a mask of grey synthetic skin, did not look up. She tapped a key, and the sound was a wet click, like a tongue...

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