The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The damp stone walls of the Ashworth Manor, which had stood on the misty cliffs of the Cotswolds for three centuries, exhaled a breath of cold iron and rot that permeated the very marrow of Elias Thorne, the senior archivist, who moved through the corridors with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had long since ceased to fight the gravity of his own station. It was the Year Twelve of the...

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