The Distant Legend

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The seal was heavy. It sat in the palm of Arthur’s hand like a stone from a dried-up riverbed. Cold. Unyielding. The wax was black. It had not been black before. It had been crimson, vibrant and fresh, only a week ago. Now it was dull. Ashen. A bruise that would not heal. Arthur stood in the center of the room. The room was large. It was the Chancellor’s office. The walls were lined with books....

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