The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that blurred the line between the road and the horizon, making the world look like a watercolor left out in a draft. Elias sat on the edge of his bedroll, the damp seeping through the wool of his trousers, and watched his hands. They were rough, the knuckles swollen with a pain that had become a constant companion, a low hum in...

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