The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The shield weighed forty pounds. Kaelen held it by the central boss, the leather grip slick with sweat, and counted the steps down to the gate. One, two, three. The village of Oakhaven lay behind him, a collection of slate roofs and smoke, silent as a held breath. He was leaving before the dawn shift. The Inspector had watched him from the porch, his eyes red-veined and still, offering no word...

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