The Distant Legend

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The hall smelled of roasted garlic, spilled red wine, and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that seemed to bleed from the walls, a scent that had become so intrinsic to the air of the Aethelgard Institute that the staff no longer noticed it, but visitors often paused at the threshold, their nostrils flaring in a silent, confused query. Margaret Holloway stood near the window, her back to the...

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