The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the joints of the old bones. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the municipal office, watching the gray curtain blur the street below. He was a large man, built for the physicality of his trade, but time had worn the muscle into a dense, quiet endurance. His hand rested...

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