The Distant Legend
The train shuddered into the heart of the city, a steel beast exhaling steam into the gray, industrial dawn. Elias Vane stepped onto the platform, his boots striking the cobblestones with a rhythm that felt less like walking and more like a countdown. He was a man of small, precise habits, a private investigator who traded in silence and paper trails. His coat was wool, worn thin at the elbows....
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