The Distant Legend

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the manor, a relentless, hollow percussion that filled the silence of the drawing room. Elias Thorne sat by the window, his back to the fire. He was a man of fifty, though the lines around his mouth spoke of a younger, sharper era now buried under the weight of duty. He held a letter in his hand. The paper was...

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