The Distant Wound
Elias. The name is called by the watchman at the gate, a sharp bark that cuts through the damp morning air. You turn. You are thirty-two, a senior enforcer in the walled city of Oakhaven, and your boots are caked with the grey mud of the lower wards. Your job is to keep the peace, or at least the order. Today, the order is different. The State has issued the Purity Mandate. All personal outer...
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