The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the edge of the world against the stone walls of the Bastion. Within the high, vaulted chamber of the Command Hall, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old iron, a smell that had become the very air Edward Ashworth breathed for the better part of a decade. He stood before the great table, his hands...

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