The Distant Legend

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The ink was still wet on the page, a black tear that did not dry, when Elias Vane woke with the taste of coal dust and iron on his tongue. He was not in his study in Oxford, surrounded by the comfortable rot of leather-bound spines and the scent of old paper, but standing on the edge of a precipice where the air itself seemed to hum with a low, electric thrumming that vibrated in the marrow of...

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