The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The glass of the observation booth did not shatter; it exploded inward, a violent implosion of tempered shards that rained across the control deck like frozen hail. Elias Thorne, thirty-two and already mapped with the grey veins of necrosis that crawled up his forearms, did not flinch. He was mid-calibration, his hands deep in the thermal regulator, when the central turbine screamed—a sound not...

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