The Distant Legend
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that blurred the edges of the world until the border between the village of Oakhaven and the mist itself dissolved into a single, breathing entity. Elias Thorne sat in the center of his study, the room a cube of silence carved out of the storm, his back rigid against the high-backed chair, his hands resting on the leather-bound...
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