The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The black sap seeps from the mortar like a bruise breaking. You watch it spread across the stones of the north wall, a dark vein pulsing with a rhythm that matches your own heartbeat. It is the winter solstice, three days hence, and the debt is due. The ledger on your desk is thick with names, with years of interest accrued not in coin but in silence. You are Elias, thirty-two, the last warden...

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