The Distant Wound
The static in your head is a low, thrumming hum, a sound like a radio tuned to the space between stations, and it is only in the silence of your quarters that you can distinguish the faint, desperate cadence of Clara’s voice calling your name. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a senior enforcer in the Grey City, and you have spent the last six months trying to secure a permanent...
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