The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling on the cliffs for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that erased the line between the sea and the sky. I stood in the archive, listening to the water tap against the high windows, the sound like a thousand fingernails scratching against glass. My name was Elias Thorne, and I was the last of the Royal Historians, a title that had lost its luster long ago. The court...
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