The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a permanent, gray shroud woven from the exhaust of a thousand iron chimneys and the sweat of a laboring populace, settling into the crevices of the cobblestones and the pores of the skin until one forgot the very possibility of a clear sky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his workshop on the fourth floor, his hands, stained...

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