The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Thorne. The name was barked by a voice that sounded like gravel grinding in a tin can. Inspector Elias Thorne froze, his hand hovering over the cold iron of his service pistol. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with a dampness that no amount of whiskey could dry. He stood in the turbine hall of the Ashworth Ironworks, a cathedral of rust and steam where the air tasted of copper and...

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