The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The crystal goblets in the Ministry of Memory’s banquet hall were filled not with wine, but with a pale, viscous liquid that smelled of ozone and old paper, a substance the state called Clarity, and you, Elias Thorne, sat at the head of the long table with your hands folded tightly in your lap, your stomach a hollow drum against your ribs after three weeks of rationing, while the air around you...

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