The Distant Legend

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The air in the station smelled of wet wool and rust. Detective Elias Thorne sat in the corner booth. His hands were still. They were always still. He watched the rain streak the window. "Is he here yet?" the waitress asked. She was young. Too young for this job. Her name tag said Linda. "Not yet," Elias said. He tapped the table. A small, rhythmic sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of a clock...

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