The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The mirror cracked. Not shattered. Just a hairline fracture. A spider web of white light in the glass. Tomás stared at it. He was twelve. His hands were small. They were trembling. The room was cold. It was always cold in the Keep. The stone walls sweated. The air smelled of damp wool and old iron. Outside, the fog rolled in from the harbor. It swallowed the streetlights. It swallowed the sky....

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