The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The road to the valley was a ribbon of mud and broken cartwheels, and Elias walked it with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a man who had spent forty years breaking stone. He was not a priest, nor a knight, but a stonecutter, and the weight of his chisel in his satchel was the only authority he recognized. The chapel stood at the edge of the village, a skeletal thing of grey limestone that had been...

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