The Distant Legend

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The rain does not fall on the city of Oakhaven; it hangs, a thick, grey curtain that smells of wet ash and old iron. You are standing in the alley behind the textile mill, your boots sinking into the mud that clings to your ankles like a living thing. The year is 1893, and the air is so heavy with the smoke of the furnaces that the sky has forgotten what blue looks like. In your hand, you hold...

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