The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You are holding the glass wrong. The words came from the back of the room, low and sharp, cutting through the humid stillness of the Assembly Hall. I did not look up. I kept my eyes fixed on the surface of the water in the chalice, watching the ripples settle, my hands steady despite the tremor that lived permanently in my left palm. I am the Keeper of the Resonance, or at least I was, before...

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