The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The parchment was damp, the ink of the King’s seal bleeding into the fiber like a bruise that would not heal. I read the terms of my discharge, the final payment of my pension, the release from the service that had consumed the best thirty years of my life, and I felt the cold of the Obsidian Gate’s shadow creep up my spine, a chill that had nothing to do with the wind. I had marched for three...

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