The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass, a steady, grey insistence against the high windows of the Ministry. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in the small antechamber, adjusting the collar of his uniform. The fabric was stiff, a heavy wool that smelled of starch and old sweat. He looked at his reflection. The face staring back was not his own. It was a mask of bone...

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