The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain fell in sheets of gray iron. It hammered against the slate roof of the Watchtower. Thomas stood at the edge of the parapet. His hand gripped the stone. The stone was cold. It bled a slow, wet chill into his palm. He did not look down. He looked out. The valley below was a sea of fog. The village of Oakhaven sat in the mist. It looked like a dream of itself. "Are you ready, sir?" The...

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