The Distant Wound
The rain fell in sheets of grey slate against the glass of the observatory, blurring the world into a watercolor smear of mud and dying leaves. I was walking back from the city, my boots heavy with the mire of the valley, carrying a leather satchel that contained the heart of the problem. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth and lead shielding, was the Resonance Core. It was not a gemstone, nor a relic...
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