The Distant Legend
The champagne flute in your hand is thin, almost translucent, and it trembles slightly as you lift it to your lips. You are nineteen, a junior archivist at the Sterling Foundation, and you are watching Director Halloway hold the room. He stands on the dais, his suit tailored to a precision that makes your own frayed cuffs feel like an insult, and he speaks of legacy with the ease of a man...
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