The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The sound of the rain against the tin roof was a constant, low-frequency hum that vibrated in the teeth, a physical weight that pressed down on the sealed interior of the interrogation chamber in the Iron City, a place where the air hung with steam and the smell of wet wool and old copper. Rosa Caruso stood in the center of the room, her hands locked behind her back in the standard enforcer’s...

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