The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink on my fingers had dried into a permanent, black crust, a testament to three months of cataloging the Silent Wing. I wanted tenure, a simple administrative fact that would secure my position in the Ministry of Records and allow me to finally stop sleeping under my desk. The Wing was supposed to be empty, a sealed section of the archive where the Ministry stored its most volatile...

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