The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream began with the taste of copper. It was not blood, not exactly. It was the metallic tang of old pennies, of rusted gates, of the air before a storm breaks over the grey fields of the Highlands. Cael stood on the edge of the precipice. Below him, the world did not end in earth. It ended in mist. Thick, swirling, white mist that breathed. It moved like a living thing. It had eyes....

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