The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, breathing skin of mud and broken glass. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the Magistrate’s office, his boots squelching softly on the wet flagstones, feeling the cold seep through the thick leather soles and into the marrow of his bones. He was a man who measured...
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