The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

"Your debt is not in coin, scribe. It is in the ink." The words hang in the air of the Magistrate’s office, heavy and dry, smelling of old paper and dried blood. You do not blink. You have learned to hold your breath in the Iron Citadel, to let the silence do the work your tongue cannot. Elias, thirty-four, a man of stained fingers and aching lower back, stands before the desk of Magistrate...

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