The Distant Legend

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when the bell tolled the hour, a dull, heavy sound that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards of the study and settle in the marrow of Arthur’s bones. He sat at his desk, a man of middling years and unremarkable features, his fingers stained with the dark, viscous residue of the script he had just completed. The room smelled of beeswax and old paper, a...

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