The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The wine was already in the chalice, dark as blood, and I knew that if I poured it now, Silas would sleep through the ritual, but the High Priest’s hand hovered over the rim, waiting for my signal, and I could not move my fingers, could not lift the heavy clay vessel, because the cold in the archive was so deep it had settled into my marrow and made every joint ache with a dull, persistent...

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