The Distant Legend

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The rain in Harrowgate had a taste. It was metallic, sharp, like copper pennies left in a mouth for too long. Elias Thorne knew this taste well. He had lived with it for thirty years, breathing it in through the iron lungs of the city, through the soot that coated the cobblestones and the brickwork of the old textile mills. He was a man of few words, built like the machinery he had once...

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