The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain on the stone roof of the Keep was a relentless drumming, a sound that had filled Thomas’s ears for ten years. He stood before the great oak door, his knuckles white as he gripped the iron handle, listening to the silence behind it. He was a scribe, a man of ink and parchment, and for a decade he had served Lord Vane with a precision that bordered on devotion. But today, the silence in...

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