The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bell above the door did not ring; it choked on a dry, metallic cough, a sound that had become the only language spoken in the house of Silas Thorne. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, the kind of day where the light did not shine so much as it pressed against the windowpanes, gray and heavy as wet wool. Inside the workshop, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax, old leather, and the...

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