The Distant Legend
The rain against the leaded glass of the tower room did not fall so much as it pressed, a persistent, rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the beating of Elias Thorne’s heart. He sat at the desk, his back rigid, the candlelight flickering in a way that made the shadows in the corners of the room dance with a frantic, nervous energy. In his hands, he held the seal. It was a small...
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