The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell in heavy, gray sheets over the valley. It drummed against the high windows of the manor house. The glass was old. It was thick. It warped the world outside into a blur of mud and iron. Elias Thorne stood by the hearth. The fire had died. Embers glowed like dying eyes. He held a letter. The paper was yellow. It was soft from damp. He did not read it. He knew the words. They were...

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