The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet slate and the taste of iron on the tongue. In the dream, the town of Oakhaven was not a place of brick and mortar, but a living lung, breathing in the dark. The houses exhaled smoke that hung in the air like the threads of a giant’s loom, weaving a ceiling of grey over the cobblestones. Thomas Vane stood in the center of the square, his...

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