The Distant Legend

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The morning shift at the municipal abattoir began with the same mechanical grace it had possessed for thirty years, a rhythm of steel and steam that Edward Ashworth had long since internalized into the very marrow of his bones, a physical cadence that required no conscious thought, only the obedient execution of muscle memory and the dull, persistent ache in his lower back that served as a...

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