The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 02:12:03 -

The sky tore open at dawn. It was not a metaphor. The firmament split, a jagged wound of violet and black, bleeding light that tasted of copper and ash. The village of Oakhaven lay in the valley below, silent, waiting. Marcus stood on the ridge. He was a man of few words, a detective in the old sense, a seeker of truth in a world that had forgotten how to lie. He wore a coat of rough wool,...

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