The Distant Wound
The dream began with the sound of a clock ticking in a room where no clock existed, a rhythmic, wet thumping that seemed to come from inside the walls of the Ministry of Civil Order. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and the distinct, lingering sensation that his left hand was slightly heavier than his right. He lay still for a long time, staring at the water stain on the...
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