The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The brass compass in Elias Thorne’s palm did not point north, but hummed with a low, persistent vibration that traveled up his wrist and settled in the marrow of his bones. In the cramped, gas-lit apartment of Oakhaven, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and the metallic tang of the city’s industrial smog, but the compass cut through it with a singular, unsettling clarity. Elias,...

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