The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The chime rang. Not a bell, but a resonant, metallic thrum that vibrated in the teeth and the marrow. It signaled the breaking. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the Plaza of Sanction. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and burnt copper. Around him, the crowd was silent. They did not scream. They did not riot. They waited. In the city of Oakhaven, time had stopped bleeding out years ago,...

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