The Distant Legend

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The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth. It hammered the slate roof of the Watchtower, a rhythmic, violent drumming that matched the beating of Thomas Bradshaw’s heart. He stood by the window, his back to the room, his hand resting on the cold iron of the door handle. He was a man built for stillness, for the long hours of watch and the heavy silence of the night. But...

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