The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bread had been going soft for days, a heavy, damp thing that smelled of yeast and decay, sitting on the table in my small, rented room like a stone that had fallen from a sky I could no longer see. I am Elias Thorne, or at least that is the name I have used for the last three years in this gray, soot-choked city of New Avalon, a name chosen for its sharpness, for the way it sounded like...

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