The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The stone crumbles under your boot. You are bleeding. The blood is red. It smells of iron and old rain. You are in the Hall of Whispers. It is a palace of glass and bone. The light is grey. It cuts through the dust. You hold your sword. It is heavy. It is your friend. It is your enemy. You remember Thomas. He stood beside you. He held the line. He did not run. He broke. Like the glass walls....

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