The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The loom in the basement of the Weaver’s Guild clattered with a rhythmic, metallic persistence that Elias Thorne had come to mistake for the beating of his own heart. He was forty-two, his hands rough and stained with the indigo that the Bureau of Aesthetic Compliance deemed contraband, and he worked with a silence that was less a choice and more a survival mechanism. The city of Oakhaven was a...

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