The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Thorne. The word hung in the air, sharp as a chisel strike, before the tax collector’s finger jabbed into the ledger. Elias Thorne wiped his hands on his apron, leaving a smear of black leather dye across the pristine grey uniform of the man who stood at the counter. The shop smelled of tallow and old glue, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to weigh on the air. Behind Elias, in the shadow of...

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