The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the town and turned the cobblestones of High Street into slick, dark mirrors. Elara Vance stood in the doorway of the old textile mill, her back to the rain, her hand resting on the rough wooden frame. She was not waiting for anyone, yet every pair of eyes in the town seemed fixed on her, a silent, heavy...
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