The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink was still wet when I dropped the pen, the black stain spreading across the petition form like a bruise forming on pale skin. I was thirty-two years old, and my hands, which had once sutured wounds and set broken bones, now trembled only when I tried to sign my name as Elias Thorne, Scribe Class IV. The light in the Ministry of Compliance was a flat, yellowish haze that came from the gas...

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