The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog in Oakhaven did not rise so much as it settled, a damp, grey weight that pressed against the windows of the Bureau of Vital Records like a living thing seeking entry. Elias Vane stood before the mahogany desk of Director Halloway, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on his thigh, his left hand buried deep within the pocket of his wool coat, hidden by a thick leather glove that had...

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