The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The letter lies flat on the linoleum, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the archive. It is from the Bureau of Civic Harmony, stamped with the gray seal that smells of rust and authority. You read it twice, the ink blotting into the paper like a bruise. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, and you are in debt. The debt is not merely financial; it is a hole in your chest where your...

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