The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air inside the Hall of Judicium did not smell of incense or old parchment, as the histories claimed it did, but of wet wool, rusted iron, and the faint, cloying sweetness of rot that seeped from the stone floors where the drainage had failed three winters ago, a detail that Magistrate Elias Thorne had noticed every day for the last twelve years and which now, in the hollow ache of his left...

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