The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The mark was on his left palm. It had been there since he was four, a faint, dark spiral that never faded, never itched, never healed. To most, it was a birthmark, a curiosity. To Elias Thorne, it was a ledger. He worked in the Archives of the State, a gray building of concrete and glass that sat in the center of the city like a tombstone. The job was dull. The pay was enough to eat, barely...

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