The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fire started in the cellar. It ate the roots of the house before it touched the sky. Elias watched the smoke curl through the keyholes of the heavy oak door, a thin, grey ribbon of death unwinding in the dim light of the hall. He did not run. Running was for those who believed there was somewhere else to be. Elias believed only in the weight of what he carried. He stood in the center of the...

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