The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 15:25:57 -

The rain fell hard on the cobblestones. It slicked the stones black. They glistened like wet eyes. Sir Elias Thorne walked through the mud. He wore a cloak of grey wool. It was heavy. It dragged at his shoulders. He kept his head low. The wind bit his nose. It stung his cheeks. He did not blink. He carried a box. It was small. Made of oak. Bound in iron. It sat in his hands. It felt cold. It...

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