The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The alarm did not ring. The silence was the first warning, a heavy, woolen dampness that pressed against the windowpanes of the sanatorium room. Elias Thorne sat up, his chest a cage of rusted iron, and looked to the empty bed where Clara had slept. The sheets were cold. The air in the room was not air; it was the Mist, a translucent, viscous fog that had begun to seep through the cracks in the...

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