The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The morning fog clung to the valley floor like a wet shroud, swallowing the lower branches of the oak trees until only the grey, skeletal tops remained visible against the leaden sky. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots caked in the red mud of the path he had walked for three days, and he watched the mist churn below with a stillness that felt less like peace and more like...

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