The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog did not merely settle upon the village of Blackwood; it seeped into the marrow of the stones, a pervasive, damp breath that tasted of iron and old rot, and I, Thomas Ashworth, walked through it with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who has already accepted that the ground beneath him is not solid, but rather a membrane stretched thin over a chasm of his own making. I had come here...

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