The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The midsummer feast in Oakhaven smells of roasted lamb and cheap wine, a cloying sweetness that clings to your throat as you stand at the edge of the square, your hands wrapped in a thick woolen scarf to hide the tremor that has become your second face. You are Elias, forty-two, a master mason whose reputation was once as solid as the limestone foundations of this walled town, but today the air...

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