The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in the valley of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray mist that eroded the stone walls of the old watchtower until they wept mineral tears. Inside, Elias stood with his back to the door, his hands resting on the rough-hewn table where the cartography of the world had been drawn in charcoal and blood. He was a man composed of angles and shadows, a...

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