The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron bit of the horse is in your mouth, and the taste of blood is the only thing that feels real, sharper than the screaming wind, colder than the stone walls closing in around you. You are running, but you are not running away; you are running toward the center of the trap, toward the one man who holds the key to your freedom and the rope around your neck. The village of Oakhaven is...

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