The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog in London did not merely obscure; it eroded. It was a living thing, a grey velvet curtain drawn across the face of the city, dampening the gaslight until it bled into a sickly, bruised yellow. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the window of his office on the fourth floor of the Ministry of Internal Order, watching the street below dissolve into the mist. He was a man of rigid geometry, his...

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