The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The drone’s red eye swept the scrubland, a mechanical pupil dilating in the dark, and Liliane Boudreaux did not stop running until her lungs burned with the taste of copper and old rust. She was forty years old, though she felt older, her body a ledger of unpaid debts, and the letter in her pocket was hot against her thigh, a coal wrapped in paper that smelled of ash and the specific, dry rot...

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