The Distant Legend

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The water in the cistern had turned a color that defied name. It was not brown, nor was it green. It was the color of old bruises, a murky violet that spoke of rot beneath the surface. Elias stood in the doorway of his shop, watching it swirl. He did not turn off the tap. He let it run. The sound was a low, continuous hum, a drone that vibrated in his teeth. Elias was a restorer of clocks. He...

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