The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The glass vial was cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, the liquid inside a murky, amber sludge that smelled of burnt peat and iron. He held it up to the window, where the light of the industrial town of Oakhaven filtered through a haze of soot and steam, turning the cure for his brother’s lungs into a dark, suspended galaxy. Outside, the gears of the textile mills ground in a low, constant hum that...

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