The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Act I Shirin Rezaei had not slept in three days, and the grit under her fingernails felt like the dust of the forty-two Tannery Steps that lined the old quarter. She stood in the throne room, the air heavy with the scent of ozone and old stone, her hand resting on the hilt of the ceremonial blade. The High Chancellor, a man whose voice had the dry rasp of a cracked bell, demanded she sign the...

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