The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain hit the cobblestones of the city square in sheets, gray and cold, smelling of wet ash and old iron. Elias stood under the awning of a closed apothecary, his coat soaked through to the skin. He held a brass pocket watch in his hand. The glass face was cracked, a spiderweb of fractures radiating from the center where the twelve had been. The hands had stopped at 4:15. It was the only...

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