The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 01:37:01 -

The ledger book lay open on the scratched oak table, its pages yellowed by decades of dust and the faint, sweet smell of dried lavender, and I sat before it with my hands trembling so violently that the quill in my grip seemed to dance with a life of its own, scratching not numbers but the erratic pulse of a heart that had forgotten how to beat in rhythm with the world around it, for it was in...

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