The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell in sheets of gray iron. It hammered against the high windows of the Blackwood estate, a sound like knuckles rapping on a door that would never open. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old stone. Silas stood by the hearth. The fire had died to embers. He watched them glow, then fade. His hand rested on his hip. The leather belt cut into his flesh. It was a...

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