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The Wound That Breathes

The glow didn’t fade.

It pulsed. Slow. Like the world had a heartbeat and we’d just found its jugular. Every flash dragged the air thinner. My lungs fought for scraps. Evelyn coughed blood into the dust and cursed under her breath, voice shredded. My sister clutched my sleeve like it was the la...