The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bell tolled. Not from a tower, but from the throat of the earth. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind here did not blow. It breathed. It tasted of iron and old rain. He held the lantern. It was not made of glass or brass. It was a ribcage of pale bone, translucent, pulsing with a faint, sickly light. Inside, a heart beat. Slow. Labored. His heart. Or what remained of it. He looked...

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