The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The mist rose from the valley floor. It was thick. It was white. It swallowed the world. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff. He held his lantern. The glass was cracked. The flame danced. It was cold. The wind bit his hands. He wore the gray coat. It was wool. It was heavy. It smelled of damp stone. He was a clerk. He was a man of ink and paper. He was a man of lists. He looked down. The...

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