The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The blade slides into your chest with a wet, tearing sound that seems too loud for the silence of the hall. You do not scream. You have not screamed in years. You are a soldier of the Order of the White Veil, and pain is a currency you no longer hold. You grip the hilt of your own sword. Your hands are steady. The enemy is a boy. He is young, with eyes wide and wet with terror. He is not a...

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