The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The hall was a throat of stone, vast and cold, lit by the sputtering, orange breath of a hundred tallow candles that seemed to shrink in the face of the oppressive, velvet darkness pressing against the high, arched windows. You stood at the center of it all, the Captain of the Guard, a man whose name was Thomas Bradshaw, though to the people of this fortified city, known only as The Citadel,...

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