The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a dying man clearing his throat. I stood before it, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence inside. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood. My name was Elara, though here, in the shadow of the High Spire, names were less important than function. I was the Keeper of the Vials. A title that sounded holy. It was not....

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