The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The switch was cold under my thumb, a piece of black plastic that had seen ten thousand executions and felt none of them. I held it there, the weight of it familiar as a wedding ring, while the air in the corridor hummed with the low, electric thrum of the Ministry’s ventilation systems. Twenty years I had taken the Sedative, that thick, syrupy compound that turned the taste of my own blood...

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