The Distant Wound
The mist did not roll in so much as it was exhaled by the earth, a slow, gray breath that swallowed the world whole until only the immediate, tangible present remained, a sphere of damp silence centered on Elias, who stood at the edge of the fractured cliff face where the concrete of the old world had finally given way to the raw, bleeding rock of the new one, his fingers tracing the cold,...
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