The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bell rang at dawn. It did not ring to mark the hour. It rang to mark the death. Elias stood before the iron gate. He was old. His hands shook. The cold bit into his bones, a sharp, clean pain that welcomed him. He was the Keeper. For forty years, he had kept the Silence. Now the Silence was breaking. "Open it," a voice said behind him. He did not turn. He knew who it was. Thomas. His son....

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