The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the Reclamation Zone tasted of ozone and stale coffee, a sterile blend that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he walked the humming corridors of Sector Four. He was thirty-four, an archivist by trade, though in this place his job was less about preserving history and more about ensuring it never happened. In his left hand, he clutched his mother’s final coat, a heavy wool...

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