The Distant Legend
The glass shattered. Not with a crash, but with a sigh. It burst into a thousand jagged teeth of light, scattering across the floorboards of the grand hall. Silence followed. Then the screaming started. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the ruin. His hand was still raised. The pistol in his grip was warm. The muzzle smoke curled like a ghost, thin and grey, dissipating into the stale...
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