The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The brass gear slipped from my fingers and struck the stone floor with a sound like a small bone breaking. I did not pick it up. My hands were shaking, not from the cold that seeped through the wool of my coat, but from the terror of being seen holding it. Around me, the Grand Hall of the Ministry of Purity hummed with the low, collective respiration of two thousand citizens, their faces pale...

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