The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Thorne. The name hung in the sterile air of the Ministry of Memory, spoken by Director Halloway with the flat, administrative weight of a stamp being pressed into wet clay. I stood in the center of the circular office, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the rough grain of the woolen coat I had worn for six hours without a break. The room smelled of ozone and old paper, a dry, brittle...

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