The Distant Legend

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The seal was cold. It sat on the desk. Black wax. A perfect circle. Elias held it. His fingers shook. The room was dark. Rain tapped the glass. He was a prisoner. Not of iron. Of debt. The house was large. Stone walls. Old wood. It belonged to the Crown. He worked there. He scrubbed floors. He cleaned chimneys. He paid for bread. He paid for salt. He paid for his wife’s breath. Margaret watched...

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