The Distant Legend
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the shoulders of the world and refused to let go, wrapping the industrial heart of the valley in a shroud of damp wool and the acrid, metallic taste of coal smoke that had settled into the very pores of the skin. Elias Thorne walked the perimeter of the foundry district with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who...
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