The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The gate was not locked, but it was heavy. It swung on iron hinges that screamed against the rust, a sound like a bone grinding in a socket. I stood before it, my hand resting on the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the machinery beyond. Inside, the air smelled of wet slate and ozone, a scent that had seeped into my wool coat and my skin over the last three years. This was the Foundry. This...

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