The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window of the old manor into a blur of wet stone and dying leaves, and Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table, his hands trembling slightly as he poured the last of the scotch into a glass that felt too heavy for his fingers, watching the amber liquid swirl and settle with the slow,...
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