The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The gate was sealed. I stood before it, the iron bars cold against my palms, listening to the wind whine through the stone. My brother, Thomas, was dying. The Regime said the Rot was on the other side of the Line, a plague that would eat us alive if we let it in. They said the Line protected us. But the air on this side smelled of rot, too. It sat in the back of my throat, a metallic tang that...

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