The Distant Legend
The brass compass in Elias Thorne’s pocket ticked backward, a dry, rhythmic sound that cut through the silence of the municipal van. He was forty-five, a man of precise measurements and rigid duty, and his job was to certify the structural integrity of the city’s aging infrastructure. Today, the target was the Old River District, a grid of condemned warehouses slated for demolition to make way...
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