The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The form is incomplete, Elias. You hold the pen, the ink dried to a rust-colored scab in the tip, and you look at the clerk across the desk. Her face is a mirror of your own, hollowed out by years of fluorescent light and silence. She does not blink. The air in the Ministry of Memory is cold, a damp chill that settles in the joints, the kind that comes from the deep earth where the archives are...

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