The Distant Wound
Chapter One Can a ghost be mended with thread? Sarala Patel stood in the recycling level of the arcology, her hands submerged in the grey sludge of the Tide Clock’s fifty-eightth cycle, watching the spectral wound on her father’s arm bleed light into the water. She wanted to pull the thread loose, to cut the debt that bound her husband Ravi to the debt prison, but the entity only laughed, a...
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