The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

"Thorne. Come here." The voice cut through the hum of the Ministry of Internal Order. It was not loud, but it carried the weight of the stone walls around us. I looked up from my ledger. My fingers were stained with ink, and the air smelled of damp paper and the metallic tang of the coal fires in the corridor. I stood. My left forearm throbbed, a sharp, hot pain that radiated up to my elbow. I...

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