The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog did not roll in; it settled, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet iron and rotting peat, clinging to the stone walls of the Hollow until the air itself felt heavy and difficult to breathe. In this place, where the law of the Crown was a distant rumor and the law of the earth was absolute, the trees did not merely stand; they watched. They were ancient, their bark peeling in long, dead...

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