The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Thorne. The name hung in the air, heavy as wet wool, spoken by a voice that was not his own. It came from the shadows pooling beneath the collapsed arches of the nave, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. Elias Thorne did not turn. His back was to the dark, his sword raised high, the steel trembling not from fear but from the sheer weight of the air. He was thirty-four years old, a...

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