The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

In his left hand, Elias Thorne held a brass compass, its needle trembling not toward north but toward the gray, creeping void that swallowed the horizon. The instrument was cold, heavy enough to bruise the flesh of his palm, a weight that felt like a promise he had already broken. He looked at the woman beside him, Mara, who walked with the steady, hollow gait of someone carrying a burden too...

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