The Distant Legend

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The kettle screamed its high, thin note against the silence of the mess hall, a sound that cut through the heavy, damp air of the industrial town like a wire across a throat. Elias Thorne did not look up from the tin cup he was scrubbing, his hands red and raw from the lye soap, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic, mechanical repetition of the motion, a task that had become a ritual as ingrained in...

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