The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron bell rang. It was not a sound. It was a weight. It pressed against the inside of Silas’s skull. He held the lantern. The flame was blue. The air was thick. It smelled of ozone and old blood. Silas stood in the courtyard. The stones were wet. They glistened like wet fur. He looked up. The sky was wrong. It was a solid sheet of gray lead. There were no stars. There was no moon. Just the...

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