The Distant Legend

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The rain fell on the iron roof of Station Nine. It was a rhythmic, metallic drumming. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat alone. He held a single daffodil. Its petals were brown. The stem was black. He watched it dry. The air smelled of ozone and old blood. The fluorescent lights hummed. A low, sickly buzz. It vibrated in his teeth. Elias was a man of stone. His face was carved by duty. His eyes were...

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