The Distant Legend
The rain hit the pavement like a thousand small fists. Marcus looked up from the ledger. The numbers blurred. He rubbed his eyes. The ink smeared. "You’re bleeding again," Sarah said. She stood in the doorway. Her arms were crossed. Marcus did not look at her. "It’s nothing." "It is blood, Marcus." "Old paper cuts." Sarah stepped into the room. The air in the shop was thick. It smelled of wet...
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