The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the courtyard of Thorne Manor into a muddy mirror, reflecting nothing but the low, sickening hum of the brass astrolabe in Elias’s hand. It vibrated against his palm, a frequency that seemed to bypass his skin and rattle the marrow of his bones, pointing not toward the north star, but downward, into the earth where...

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