The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, grey breath that turned the cobblestones of the old dockyards into mirrors reflecting the bruised clouds above, and in the center of that wet, trembling reflection stood the great brass bell, a monument to an industry that had already swallowed its own tail and died of indigestion. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands...

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