The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog did not lift. It thickened. Elias Thorne walked. His boots sank into the peat, a soft, sucking sound that was the only voice in the valley. The air tasted of iron and old rain. He carried the Ledger. It was a heavy thing, bound in leather that had cracked and peeled over decades, the cover worn smooth by hands that were not his. He held it against his chest like a child. Like a shield....

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