The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bell tower stood black against the grey sky. It was the only thing left of the Old Guard. Elias sat in the ruins of his office. Dust drifted through the air like snow. He was alone. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. He flexed his fingers. The skin was dry. Cracked. Like old leather. On the desk lay the object. A silver...

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