The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ledger lay open on the wet flagstones, its pages slick with a moisture that smelled of copper and rot, and you, Elias Thorne, stared at the column of red ink that marked your debt, knowing that the dawn would bring men in grey coats who did not argue with arithmetic. You were a master mason, a man who had built half the warehouses in the district, yet here you stood in the damp dark of your...

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