The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The banquet hall of the Upper Tier hums with the low, electric thrum of the ventilation systems, a sound Elias has mistaken for peace for thirty-two years. He stands at the edge of the long mahogany table, his hands trembling slightly as he holds a glass of synthetic wine that tastes faintly of copper. The air here is filtered, scrubbed of the dust and the metallic tang that permeates the lower...

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