The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of rot, as one might expect from a place where the secrets of kings were ground down to dust, but of crushed rosemary and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and seeped into the pores of the skin, a persistent and cloying perfume that Margaret Holloway had come to associate with the very mechanism of her own...

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