The Distant Legend

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of Harrowgate like a static charge. It was a cold, industrial rain. It tasted of iron. Elias stood at the window. He held a glass in his hand. The glass was empty. He watched the street. A woman walked by. Her umbrella was black. She did not look up. Elias turned away. He went to the workbench. His hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the trick....

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