The Distant Legend
The ink on the ledger was not merely black, but a profound, sucking void that seemed to pull the light from the chamber, a substance that held the weight of centuries in its viscosity, and Elias Thorne, whose hands trembled with a fatigue that went deeper than bone, stared at the single, fractured glyph that dominated the center of the parchment, a symbol that had once been whole but now lay in...
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