The Distant Legend

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The fog did not move with the wind. It moved against it, a cold, persistent thing that pressed against the iron gate of the Blackwood Ironworks like a hand trying to break through glass. I stood on the other side of the boundary line, my breath visible in the dark, waiting for the first light to prove I had not stolen the iron. I was Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I had walked this...

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