The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink on the ledger page was still wet when the walls began to hum, a low, resonant thrum that vibrated through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my bones. It was November, 1924, and I was sixteen years old, a junior clerk in the Ministry of Silence, standing in the center of the Grand Archive where the air tasted of dust and ozone. I wanted the permanent post, the one that came...

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