The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ledger of the Ironwood Colony is kept in ink that smells of iron and dried blood. You count the hours. Twelve since the last frost. Twelve since the sap began to weep. You are Elias, thirty-two, a Warden of the Outer Grove, and your hands are stained not with dirt but with the dark, viscous resin of the Heartwood Sapling. The air in the enclosure is thick, a physical weight against your...

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