The Distant Legend

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The dream is always the same. You wake with the scent of wet earth in your throat, your left hand throbbing with a phantom weight that has no source. It is the hand that signs the warrants, the hand that holds the quill, and in the dream, it is severed and buried in the royal garden, the soil packed tight over the bone. You are Elias, a thirty-four-year-old constable in the Duchy of Kael, and...

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