The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog does not smell of rain or coal, but of ozone and old copper, a metallic taste that coats the back of your throat and settles in the hollows of your ears. You stand before the great oak desk of Director Halloway, the leather of his chair creaking in the silence, and you know that the moment you open your mouth, the Static will tighten its grip on the room, humming a low, discordant note...

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