The Distant Legend
The rain fell on the city like a heavy, gray shroud, erasing the distinction between the street and the sky. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the park, his coat soaked through, the water running in cold rivulets down his spine. He was a man built for order, for the crisp lines of a uniform and the clear commands of a hierarchy, but the order was gone. It had been stripped from him three days...
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