The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, grey powder that coated the world in a uniform, suffocating layer of dampness. In the town of Oakhaven, where the cobblestones were worn smooth by generations of hurried feet and the fog clung to the eaves like a reluctant guest, Elias Thorne sat in the high chair of his study, his hands resting on the back of the wood as if drawing strength...

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