The Distant Wound
"You are a paranoid element who undermines stability." Commander Vane’s voice carried the dry snap of a twig breaking under a boot, echoing off the stone walls of the signal box, a place built for eyes, not ears. Andres Bermejo stood with his back to the levers, his hands still stiff from the cold wind that had driven through the shutter gaps all night, watching the dust motes dance in the...
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