The Distant Legend
The hammer hit the nail. It missed the head, struck the shank, and buried itself deep in the drywall with a dull, wet thud that echoed through the empty hallway. Marcus stopped. He did not pull the hammer out. He stood there, chest heaving, the tool trembling in his grip. The house was silent. It was a silence with teeth, a silence that had been growing since the morning he found the...
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