The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The white mark was a smudge of chalk, dry and flaking on Elias Thorne’s knuckles. He rubbed at it with a thumb, trying to wipe the dust from the skin, but the line held firm, sharp as a knife cut. The fever in his daughter’s room had broken three hours ago, leaving her pale and still, her breath shallow in the cold air. Elias stood in the doorway, the smell of burnt sage and wet wool thick in...

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