The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

My boots struck the packed earth of the queue, eighty-four of Corvid Lane stretching behind me in a grey line, as I held my father’s dagger tight against my hip. The weight of the blade was a cold anchor, a physical fact that kept my hands from trembling while I waited for the clerk to stamp the pardon. The air smelled of wet wool and horse dung, the raw labor of the city’s winter. I did not...

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