The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The weight of the ledger was three pounds, four ounces, a burden Elias Thorne had carried for thirty years without complaint, his hands blackened by the ink that seeped from the pages of the Silent Ward. He stood in the damp chill of the Ministry’s sub-basement, where the air tasted of wet wool and old iron, and began his morning count of the restricted files, his breath fogging in the stale,...

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