The Distant Legend

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The rain did not fall so much as it drifted, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and settled into the creases of his face. He stood at the edge of the moor, watching his old friend, Silas, drive away in a carriage that looked less like a vehicle and more like a coffin for a living man. The wheels churned in the mud, throwing up clods of earth that caught the...

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