The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train coughed steam into the grey dawn, a beast of iron and soot that smelled of coal and fear. Elias sat by the window, his knees drawn up, watching the fields of the industrial valley blur into a smear of mud and rust. He was small for a man, or rather, he was small for what he had become. To the passengers, he was merely a traveler with a strange, twitching gait, a man whose eyes held...

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