The Distant Legend
The bell rang. Not a chime. A scream. It tore through the air of the factory floor, a jagged thing that cut the silence open. Silas stood still. His hands were steady. They had to be. He was the Chief Inspector. He wore the white coat like armor. The fabric was stiff, starched until it could hold its own shape without him. Inside, his bones felt light. Too light. "Stop," he said. His voice was...
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