The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges curling slightly in the draft that crept beneath the heavy door. Thomas Bradshaw stared at the ink, which was still wet, glistening like a fresh wound before he could look away. It was a rejection. Not a refusal, exactly, but a bureaucratic dismissal, stamped with the seal of the Silent Gate. His brother, Elias, had been taken for stealing a loaf of...

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