The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The hall smelled of roasted nuts, stale wine, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that had been simmering beneath the polished mahogany table for decades, a scent that seemed to cling to the velvet drapes and the dust motes dancing in the thin shafts of light piercing the boarded windows, a light that did not warm but merely illuminated the decay of a world that had quietly ended while the...

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