The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Act I "You are late, Yamamoto-san," Hane said, his voice dry as the dust that settled on the brass keys of the telegraph office. "The clock does not care for your porcelain joints." I stood before the desk, the smell of ozone and wet iron filling the room before my eyes adjusted to the grey light. My left hand, stiff from the wrist down, trembled as I placed the final compliance report on the...

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