The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream was not of flight, but of weight, a heavy, woolen saturation that pressed against the lungs like the silt of a drowned riverbed. Elara Vance woke with the taste of copper and old dust on her tongue, the city of Aethelgard humming its low, subsonic thrum beneath the windowpane. She was seventy-two years old, a fact that felt less like a milestone and more like a slow, grinding erosion...

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