The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The brass cylinder of the service pistol felt cold and heavy in Evelyn Marsh’s palm, its metal worn smooth by years of handling, a weight that grounded her as she stood before the great stone gate of the ancestral estate. She was thirty-two years old, a Border Warden for the Iron Dominion, and she had come here to secure the final patrol that would guarantee her pension, a sum of money that...

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