The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink is black, but it tastes of copper and old blood. You press the nib to the parchment, the scratch of the quill a sharp, rhythmic sound in the sterile white room. Your name is Elias, and you are thirty-two years old, though your hands tremble with the weight of a man who has lived a century. You want to finish the final volume of the Archive. It is a simple, desperate want, born not of...

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