The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones and the black iron gates of the old city. It was a city that had forgotten how to breathe, where the air tasted of wet stone and old secrets. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the central square, watching the crowd disperse. They moved with a hurried, nervous energy, heads down, eyes...

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