The Distant Legend

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The cellar smelled of damp earth and the slow, sweet rot of apples, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a second skin, thick and cloying, binding his chest in a tight vice that made every breath a laborious, painful negotiation with his own failing lungs. He sat on a rotting crate, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained brown with the soil he had been digging...

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