The Distant Legend

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The cottage smelled of damp wool and old ink. Elias sat at the table, his fingers wrapped around a ceramic seal. It was cracked down the middle. He held it tight, as if the warmth of his hands could fuse the shards. Outside, the wind tore at the shutters. Inside, the silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. He opened the ledger. The pages were yellowed. The numbers were small. He...

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