The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Thorne, you are late again, and the dust is settling in the wrong places, which means the walls are hungry. The voice of Mayor Halloway did not shout, but it carried the weight of a heavy iron gate slamming shut in a drafty corridor, and Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and bent slightly from the strain of hauling boxes, stopped his hand from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. He stood...

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