The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The morning fog clung to the valley floor like a wet wool blanket, damp and heavy, muffling the sharp bite of the winter air that was supposed to be clearing the sky, and in that grey, suspended stillness, Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the quarry, his hands wrapped around the hilt of a rusted pickaxe that had belonged to his father before it had belonged to anyone else who mattered,...

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