The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a cold, metallic sweat that slicked the cobblestones of Oakhaven until they mirrored the gaslight and the soot of the great Ironworks in a way that made the world look like a bruise healing poorly. I stood at the edge of the district where the workers lived, my breath a thin white ribbon against the gray air, and I watched the...

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