The Distant Legend
The rain tapped against the window of the infirmary, a steady, rhythmic drumming that seemed to measure the seconds until the shift ended. Elias stood by the sink, scrubbing his hands until the skin was raw and red. He was a man of forty, though the grey in his temples suggested he had been older for longer than the calendar allowed. He had come to this place, the Grand Hall of St. Jude’s, from...
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