The Distant Wound
The chain snapped. It did not break with a sound. It simply ceased to be whole. The links scattered across the stone floor like teeth. Mara stared at them. They were silver. Cold. They reflected the torchlight in sharp, jagged shards. She did not pick them up. She could not. Her hands were shaking. They were trembling so hard she felt her bones might rattle apart. The door was locked. It had...
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