The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell on the city of Ashenmoor like a grey veil pulled tight over a bruise. It did not wash the streets clean. It only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the gaslight. Elias Thorne walked with his head low. His coat was thin. The wool had worn away at the elbows. He felt the cold in his bones. It was a living thing there. It had a name. He worked for the...

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