The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The soot fell like gray snow on the black stone of Blackwood Hall, settling in the cracks of the mortar that Elias Thorne had once laid with his own hands. It was the winter of 1912, and the air tasted of iron and stale coal, a flavor that had coated the back of his throat for three years since the mines swallowed his lungs and his fortune. Elias stood in the courtyard, his breath pluming in...

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