The Distant Legend
The heater in the basement office of the university library groaned, a low, metallic moan that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Dr. Elias Thorne’s thin socks. It was a sound of exhaustion, of metal tired of holding back the cold that pressed against the single, dirty window. Elias sat at his desk, a cluttered fortress of paperbacks and cold coffee, staring at the screen where the cursor...
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