The Distant Legend

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The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, grey mist that smelled of wet iron and old stone. It clung to the wool of Marcus’s coat, heavy and cold. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air vibrating with a low hum that he felt in his teeth. The hall was vast, a cathedral of glass and steel, but the windows were dark. No light came from outside. Only the pale, sickly glow of the...

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