The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell on the tin roof like a thousand tiny hammers. It was a relentless, industrial drumbeat that vibrated through the floorboards of the holding cell. Elias Thorne sat on the cold iron chair, his hands cuffed behind his back. He watched a crack in the plaster wall. It started near the ceiling, thin as a spider’s silk, and wound its way down like a vein. He had been tracing it with his...

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