The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink on my hands had not yet dried, a dark, viscous stain that seemed to seep into the very pores of my skin, binding the letters of the decree to my flesh as surely as the iron cuffs that once held my wrists in the cellars of the old fort. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, a cavernous space of black stone and vaulted ceilings where the air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and old...

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