The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron cage stood in the center of the Hall of Scales. It was a place of cold light and polished stone. The air smelled of ozone and old blood. Elias Thorne stood before it. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Elias was a maker. A shaper of things. For forty years, he had forged the chains that held the city’s peace. He had never looked at the faces of those who wore them. He only...

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