The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The municipal seal of Oakhaven, a bronze disc the size of a dinner plate, lay fractured in the center of the archive table, its surface weeping a viscous, iridescent black that smelled of ozone and old copper. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands trembling not from the cold of the November air but from the sudden, violent intrusion of a voice that was not his own, whispering directly into...

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