The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into black mirrors that reflected the flickering gaslights and the hollow faces of the commuters. Elias Thorne stood on the platform of the 4:15 to the docks, watching his son, Julian, board the train. Julian was twenty-two, sharp-featured and pale, with the kind of nervous...

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