The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bell rang. It was a low sound. A rumble in the chest. We sat in the square. The stones were cold. They were old stones. They had seen kings. They had seen plagues. Now they saw us. We were the outsiders. We were the new blood. The air tasted of iron. It tasted of rain. It tasted of fear. I looked at Silas. He sat across from me. His hands were still. They were pale. They were thin. He did...

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