The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The crack was fresh. Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the fissure in the concrete foundation. It wept a thin, dark fluid. Not water. Not rust. It was warm. "Sign here, Elias." The Bureau clerk did not look up from his clipboard. The office smelled of stale coffee and ozone. "Sector Nine is on schedule. The city needs the units." Elias pulled his hand back. The smear on his thumb was red....

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