The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The chisel has slipped four times this morning. Four times the steel bit into the obsidian, and four times the air in the vault dropped by three degrees, a sudden, biting cold that settled in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s left hand. He wiped the blood from his thumb with a rag that smelled of iron and old sweat, counting the drops. One, two, three. The stone beneath his palm was warm, too warm...

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