The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Thorne. The name rang out across the gravel path, sharp as a breaking bone, and I stopped walking. I was thirty-two years old, and I had walked this road from the outer gate to the High Council chamber for six hours. My boots were heavy with the dust of the Iron Citadel, a grit that worked into every crease of my skin, every pore of my breath. I carried a single sheet of paper in my tunic,...

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