The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in Sector 4 tastes like rust and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and settles in the lungs with a grit that no amount of coughing can dislodge. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a Compliance Officer for the Ministry of Resource Allocation, and you have been standing at the junction of the ventilation shafts for the last six hours, listening to...

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