The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The quill snapped against the stone table, splattering black ink across the parchment like a bruise. Elias stood, his chest heaving, facing the guard who held the forged seal in a leather pouch. The air in the scriptorium was thick with the smell of damp paper and fear. Elias did not care about the ink. He cared about the mark on his forearm. It was burning now, a hot, jagged line of skin that...

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