The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train was late. The rain lashed the windows. I held the brass astrolabe. It was cold. My father’s hands had shaped it. Now it was in mine. I am Dr. Elias Thorne. I study the past. I do not believe in ghosts. Or so I told myself. The city of Oakhaven was gray. Smoke rose from the chimneys. The factories never stopped. They ground the day into dust. I stepped off the carriage. My legs felt...

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