The Distant Legend

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The air in the basement tasted of wet wool and old rust. Leo crouched in the dark, his breath coming in sharp, jagged gasps. His hands were slick with sweat, trembling as he gripped the rusted pipe. Above him, the floorboards groaned under the weight of a thousand footsteps. The house was holding its breath. He had come down here to find the thing. The thing that lived in the shadows of the...

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