The Distant Wound
The bell tolled eleven, a sound so deep and resonant it seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Dr. Arthur Penhaligon’s bones, shaking the dust motes that danced in the single shaft of light piercing the high, arched window. He sat rigid in the high-backed chair of the Adjudication Chamber, a room carved from the living rock of the Citadel, where the air smelled of stale incense and the metallic...
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