The Distant Legend

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windowpanes of the manor house, obscuring the world beyond. Elias Thorne stood by the hearth, the fire dying to embers that glowed with a faint, sickly orange pulse. He was a man carved from stone and silence, his uniform immaculate despite the damp that seeped through the wool of his greatcoat. It was a...

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