The Distant Legend
The oak stood at the edge of the park, its branches heavy with the weight of a season that refused to end. Elias Vane walked the perimeter of the estate, his boots crunching on gravel that felt like broken teeth underfoot. He was a man of few words, a man who had spent thirty years enforcing order in a world that seemed determined to dissolve. His uniform was crisp, a stark white against the...
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