The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Elias Thorne’s fingers were stained black up to the second knuckle, the lye having eaten into the cuticles until the skin hung loose and translucent. He was scraping the final layer of hair from a hideskin stretched across the beam, the rasp moving in long, heavy strokes that required the full weight of his shoulders. The air in the tannery was thick with the smell of sulfur and rotting meat, a...

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