The Distant Legend

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The ink is dry. It has been dry for ten years. You look at the ledger, bound in cracked leather that smells of damp wool and old copper. The handwriting is yours. It is precise, unyielding, and absolute. You have been watching it change. Not the ink. The meaning. You live in Harrowgate, a town that exists in the shadow of the ironworks. The air here tastes of rust and coal dust. It coats the...

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