The Distant Legend

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The smell of boiled turnips and rendered lard hung heavy in the air of the manor’s great hall, a thick, cloying mist that seemed to settle into the very stone of the floor. Commander Silas Thorne stood alone in the center of the room, his back to the fire, staring at the large oak table where his daughter, Elara, sat with her head bowed. She was fourteen, a thin girl with hair the color of...

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