The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The dream was always the same, a heavy, suffocating weight of bark and blood that Elias woke to with the taste of copper in his mouth, the year 1342 pressing down on Oakhaven like a stone on a chest. He was forty years old, a tanner whose hands were permanently stained with lye and lime, and he wanted only the Guild Master’s seal, the small, red-wax confirmation that his workshop was pure, that...

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