The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The morning air in Oakhaven tasted of iron and wet stone. Elias Vane stood before the large, warped mirror in his quarters, watching the bruise spread across his left hand. It was not a simple contusion. The skin had turned a translucent, sickly violet, and beneath the surface, the veins pulsed with a rhythm that did not match his heartbeat. He flexed his fingers, feeling the cold, dead weight...

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