The Distant Legend
The fire started in the clock room. It was a small house. A townhouse in the old district. Brick walls thick as time. The air smelled of smoke. And ash. And old paper. Elias stood in the hallway. He was a guard. A private one. Hired by the Pemberton family. They were rich. They were quiet. They were dying. His contract was simple. Protect the house. Protect the heir. Protect the name. He looked...
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