The Distant Legend

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The rain hit the windows of the High Court like a static hiss. It was a gray, persistent drizzle that blurred the world outside into a watercolor smear of slate and ash. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and old paper. Elias Thorne sat in the front row. His hands were folded in his lap. They were shaking. Not from cold. From the weight of what he carried. In his breast pocket, the case file...

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