The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ash fell like snow that had forgotten how to melt. It coated the grey streets of Ostrava in a fine, gritty layer that tasted of copper and old smoke. Elias Thorne stood on the bridge over the River Ostravice, his hand resting on the cold iron railing, feeling the vibration of the city beneath his feet. It was a low, thrumming pulse, the heartbeat of a machine that had long since outgrown...

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