The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a shroud that refused to lift, wrapping the narrow streets and the ancient, soot-stained chimneys in a grey, suffocating embrace that seemed to silence even the creak of the wooden shutters above. Julian Thorne stood at the threshold of the Infirmary, his boots heavy with the damp earth of the lane, watching the village emerge from the...

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