The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The heavy iron key was cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, its teeth slick with a film of rust and old grease that bit into his palm as he turned it. The sound of the lock engaging was a dry, metallic click that echoed in the narrow corridor of the Iron Guard barracks, a sound that had defined his life for twenty years, the sound of order, of duty, of the rigid line between the man and the state. He...

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