The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The scale in the Ministry’s dispensary room clicked three times, a sharp, mechanical rhythm that marked the weight of the grey paste. You counted the clicks, your fingers stained with the chalky residue, measuring out the daily ration for the senior surgeons. It was November, 1912, and the air in the room smelled of boiled copper and old paper. You were Silas Vane, and you had seven days left...

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