The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You stand before the High Council, your hands bound not by rope but by the sheer, crushing weight of their silence. The room is vast, a cavern of black stone and cold light, where the air tastes of iron and old dust. You are a seeker, a hunter of the hidden, but here, in the seat of power, you are merely a shadow waiting to be erased. The Council members sit in a semi-circle, their faces...

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