The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron bit into my teeth. Blood tasted of rust. I swung. The blade caught air. My brother was gone. He had stepped into the mist. Just like that. The fog rolled in from the river. Thick. White. Cold. It ate the city. The spires of New Albion vanished. The glass towers dissolved. Only the stone remained. Old stone. Gray stone. We ran. My boots slapped the wet cobblestones. My heart hammered...

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