The Distant Nightmare
The silence after the siren is the only thing that has ever felt like home to me, a cold vacuum that settles into the lungs before the truth does. I am Fernando Zamudio, though the name is currently a stain on the registry, a blot of ink that the High Chancellor has decided defines my entire existence. I wanted the pardon for my brother, a simple administrative act, a debt paid in labor by a...
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