The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, treacherous mirror, reflecting the dim, jaundiced light of the gas lamps that flickered like dying fireflies against the encroaching twilight. Thomas Bradshaw walked with a heavy, rhythmic cadence, his boots striking the wet stone with a dull thud that seemed to resonate in...

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