The Distant Legend

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The ink on the ledger was still wet when Elias Thorne felt the first crack split his knuckles. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of damp, heavy day that settled into the bones of the old textile mills in Lancashire, smelling of wet wool and machine oil. Elias sat at his desk, a man of fifty years who had served the Ashworth family for thirty, his hands trembling as he held the quill....

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