The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 01:36:39 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended mist that smelled of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of old iron. It was the kind of morning that made the city feel less like a place of living people and more like a machine slowly grinding its own gears into dust. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, his hand resting not on his holster, but on the rough, calloused...

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