The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The door locked behind Thomas with a sound like a bone breaking. He stood in the corridor. The air was thin. It tasted of rust and old prayers. He held the vial. It was cold against his palm. Inside, the fluid swirled. Dark. Alive. It was not poison. It was seed. He remembered the last face he had seen. Eleanor. She had not looked at him. She had looked through him. Her eyes were wet. She had...

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