The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Thorne, you’re late for the census, and the frost is eating the ink from the ledgers. I look up from the table where I am counting the last of the winter stores, and Kael is standing in the doorway, his breath pluming in the cold air of the ward. He is a young man, still soft in the face, and he carries the weight of the city in his shoulders as if it were a sack of grain. I am Elias Thorne,...

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