The Distant Legend

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The dream was not of peace, but of a red so violent it seemed to bleed through the fabric of the night, a crimson tide that swallowed the grey streets of Oakhaven, a town that smelled perpetually of wet wool, coal smoke, and the metallic tang of old iron. In the dream, Elias Vane stood at the edge of the quarry, his uniform buttoned to the throat, the wool scratching against his neck like the...

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