The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The quill tip, black as a bruise and stiff with dried pigment, trembled in Elias Thorne’s fingers as he hovered it over the parchment, the ink well beside him smelling of iron and old blood. He was forty years old, a man whose skin had begun to thin and whose joints creaked like the hinges of the archive door, and he wanted only to finish the Codex of Silence before Magistrate Vane ordered it...

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