The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The Alfama district worked itself into a frenzy of salt and steam, the terraced houses stacked like unstable teeth against the grey sky, the air thick with the sharp, briny taste of the river tides that had not receded in three days. I stood at the center of the harvest feast in Sector 4, my uniform pressed so tight it felt like a second skin, waiting for the commendation that would make me a...

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