The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog did not roll in; it rose, a slow exhalation of grey mist that swallowed the highland village of Oren, erasing the sharp edges of the stone cottages and the distant peaks until the world was reduced to a pale, breathing void. Elias Vane sat in his workshop, the air thick with the scent of oil and old brass, his hands steady as he adjusted the escapement of the Great Meridian, the massive...

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