The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train cut through the gray morning like a knife through wet wool, carrying Elias Thorne north toward the Capital. He was a man of sixty, his face a map of deep creases that had not smoothed since the war, holding a small, brass-bound box in his lap. Inside the box, wrapped in oilcloth, lay a single, preserved beetle. It was a common scarab, its wings iridescent with a dull, stubborn blue,...

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