The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The iron bled again, a thin, rust-colored line weeping from the knuckle joint where the metal had fused with Elias’s skin. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the great hall of Thorne Manor, the year 1204 pressing against the high windows like a physical weight. He was forty-two, a man carved from the same hard stone as the manor’s foundations, yet his hands trembled with a fatigue that...

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