The Distant Wound
When the bell sounded from the Tally tower, Elias Wray stood in the yard of his own house with his pack belted and his hands already gone stiff inside the cold, and he understood, with the plain certainty of a man who has just heard the last word of a long sentence read aloud in a room full of strange chairs, that he had already become the kind of man who leaves, and that becoming had happened...
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