The Distant Legend

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2026-08-19 06:11:31 -

The dream was a tower. Not a ruin. A tower. Stone, cold and white. It stood in a field of grey mist. Mist that tasted of iron. Elias woke. Breath ragged. Heart hammering against ribs. The room was dark. London, 1924. Rain tapped the glass. A steady, soft rhythm. Like a clock. Like a warning. He sat up. Pulled on his shirt. Blue collar. Stiff at the neck. He was a clerk. At the Ministry of...

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