The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of Ashford into a slick, treacherous mirror, reflecting the low, jagged roofs of the houses that huddled together like frightened sheep. It was a sound that seeped into the bones, a damp, cold whisper that never ceased, and in the thick of it, stood Silas Thorne, the High Warden of the town, his hand...

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