The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Willis Quimby stood in the center of the banquet hall, the air heavy with roasted venison and the metallic tang of ozone. It was a sterile luxury, this Aethelgard, a city of glass and humming wires where the fog from the western suburbs never quite reached, a place where a man could trade a memory for a grant and call it a bargain. He was forty-two, a scholar of botany with a debt older than...

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