The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron chisel slips between the mortar joints, a thin black line of rust against the grey, and you know that if you strike it wrong, the wall will not just crack; it will speak. It is the year 402 of the Reclamation, and in Aethelgard, silence is the only currency the Bureau of Purity respects, yet you have spent three years listening for a voice that has not come. You are Elias Thorne,...

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