The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell like a verdict. Cold. Unstoppable. It drummed against the slate roof of the Keep, a rhythm I had learned to count in my youth. One. Two. Three. The walls were thick stone, built by hands that believed in permanence. We believed in permanence, too. At least, the High Wardens did. I was just a Keeper. A man with a sword and a duty. I held the Line. That is what they called it. Not a...

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