The Distant Legend

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The dream was always the same. A white room. No windows. Just the hum of a fan. I stood there, barefoot on cold tile. My hands were bound. Not with rope. Not with wire. With silence. I tried to speak. No sound came. I woke up gasping. The ceiling fan above my bed clicked. Tick. Tick. Tick. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I was fifty-two years old. I had been a judge in Oakhaven for thirty years....

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