The Distant Wound
Chapter One Berlin woke in the grey, the trams grinding against the rails like teeth on bone. The factory district hummed, a low industrial drone that vibrated in the floorboards of the rented rooms, a sound that never stopped even when the machines did. I stood in the queue for the temp agency, my breath a small, white cloud in the cold air, holding a folder that felt heavy with the weight of...
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