The Distant Legend
The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a slow, gray bleeding that slicked the pavement outside the Ministry of Continuity. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the atrium, his shoes heavy with water, his hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the moment. He had been fighting for his life, or rather, for the continuity of his identity, for...
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