The Distant Legend
The rain fell on the city with a persistent, rhythmic drumming, blurring the edges of the gray concrete into a smudge of wet ash. It was a cold that did not just sit on the skin but seeped into the marrow, a physical weight that pressed against the ribs. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the alleyway, his collar turned up against the damp wind. He was a man who had forgotten how to shiver. The...
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