The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The door sealed with a hiss of pneumatic dampness. Inside, the air tasted of recycled ozone and old blood. Silas Vance stood still. His back ached. Not the sharp, sudden pain of injury. A deep, grinding ache. The kind that lives in the marrow. He touched his ribs. One bone was wrong. Cracked. A jagged line of agony under the skin. He did not wince. He never winced. He was a man of flesh and...

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