The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The glass of the Citadel hums, a low, subsonic thrum that I feel in my teeth more than I hear with my ears, and I am nineteen years old, standing in the shadow of the Central Spire with a wrench in my hand that feels too heavy for my grip, determined to fix it before the Solstice Purge strips us of our last shred of order. I am Elias Thorne, Junior Archivist, and I want the spire to hold, not...

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