The Distant Legend

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"Look at it, Thomas. Look at your hands." The voice was low. It scraped against the silence of the workshop. It was the sound of gravel shifting. Thomas did not look up. He held the chisel. His knuckles were white. The wood was oak. It was dark. It was wet. The man stepped closer. He wore a chain. It was silver. It glinted in the firelight. The man was the Warden. He was not a man of words. He...

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