The Distant Legend

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The fog did not lift. It settled into the bones of the village of Oakhaven, a gray, wet shroud that tasted of iron and old rot. It was a place where time moved not in hours, but in the slow, heavy beats of the mill wheel. And in the center of it stood Elias Thorne. He was not a local. He carried the dust of the south in his hair and the stiffness of a man who had walked too far to find a place...

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