The Distant Wound
The iron breastplate did not fit, not in the way a shirt fits the body or a glove fits the hand, but in the way a scar fits the skin, a rigid, unyielding layer of metal that had fused so thoroughly with the flesh of Elias Thorne that to remove it would be to remove the man himself, leaving only a hollow, bleeding cavity where the soul had once resided. He stood in the center of the White Hall,...
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