The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The name comes through the stone like a crack in ice. "Elias." It is not a greeting. It is a summons. You are on your knees, your hands pressed against the cold floor of the Old Keep, your breath ragged in the stagnant air. The fissure in the north wall is weeping. It has been bleeding for three days, a thin, dark vein of rust-colored fluid that smells of iron and old pennies. You are a warden....

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