The Distant Wound
Chapter One Can a man hear the truth before it is spoken? I asked this of Dr. Aris, standing in the dim light of his study above the stable, where the smell of hay and old leather hung heavy in the air. He did not answer immediately. Instead, he adjusted the spectacles on his nose, the lenses catching the weak glow of the kerosene lamp, and looked at me with a pity that felt like a physical...
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