The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The road was a scar in the earth. It stretched north. The mist clung to the hemlocks. Elara walked. Her boots sank into the mud. Each step was a wound. The air tasted of iron and rot. She carried no bag. She carried no map. She carried only the name. Her brother’s name. Julian. He was gone. He was everywhere. The village lay ahead. The stones of the village were old. They were black. They were...

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