The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bell did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the morning that split the sky above the Iron Citadel into two bleeding halves, and in that shriek, the world Margaret had known, with its heavy stone floors and the smell of damp wool and old blood, dissolved into a mist that tasted of ash and forgotten names. She stood at the center of the Great Hall, her hands trembling not...

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