The Distant Wound
Chapter One Teunis Rietveld, forty-two and a border enforcer, needed his daughter’s medical clearance before the curfew. The wind tore at the shallow roofs of the polder settlement, a physical fact that rattled the windowpanes of the Bureau of Vitality. He stood in the queue, holding a file that felt heavy with cold. The air smelled of damp wool and machine oil. Behind him, a cart squeaked in...
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