The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Fingers bled from the cold metal of the relay housing. Zoran Gevorgyan twisted the bolt, the wrench slipping against the rusted thread. The smell of ozone and old grease hung heavy in the signal tower, thicker than the dusting outside. He needed tenure. The quarterly review was in three days, and the mine was closing. If he lost his post here, the colony would eat him alive. He thought of the...

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