The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The parchment on my desk was damp, the kind of wet that seeps into the joints and makes the knuckles ache, and I held the Guild’s writ of pardon in my hand as if it were a live coal. The ink was black, the seal red, and the language was precise, promising freedom for the completion of the *Codex Aeterna*. I read it three times, my breath fogging in the cold air of the scriptorium, until the...

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