The Distant Legend

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that sealed the world outside the tavern’s warped oak door. Inside, the air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of wet wool, stale ale, and the metallic tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner, his back pressed against the stone wall, his hands resting flat on the table before him. They were large hands, scarred...

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