The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bells are ringing backward. You hear it in your teeth, a low, grinding vibration that starts at the roots and travels up into the skull. It is midnight in the Iron City, and the air tastes of copper and old blood. You are Elias, thirty-two, a clerk with ink-stained fingers and a hollow ache in your chest. In your satchel, you carry the sealed ledger. It is heavy. Heavier than it should be....

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