The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Elias, the door is locked. You are late. November 14th. The corridor outside my office smells of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone from the heating vents. I stood there for ten minutes, listening to the hum of the servers in the next room, a low, throbbing vibration that I had mistaken for my own pulse over the last three years. Director Vane did not raise his voice. He rarely...

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